Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Boy

Which ones the boy?
She I ain't got all night
What'd your mama you?
You can call me you like
Every skinny mystery gotta make it somehow
Sit your narrow ass down hot
I'll yours right now

You got a don't you boy?
Nervous hands lie
Married men don't ask how much, ones ain't buying
One day you got everything, day it's all broke
Let miss sit up front
Let her your nose

Working for the money like you got hands
Flat on your under a mean old man
Just thinking thoughts and breathing deep
Between mama's drive and daddy's belt
It don't take smarts to learn to tune out what more than helps

The pretty from the smallest towns
Get remembered storms and droughts
old men talk about for years to come
I guess why they give us names
So a few old men can say they saw us when we were young

ones the birthday boy?
She said I ain't got all
What'd your name you?
You can call me what you