Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Boy

Which the birthday boy?
She said I got all night
What'd mama name you?
You can call me you like
Every skinny gotta make it hard somehow
Sit your ass down hot shot
I'll solve right now

You got a girlfriend you boy?
Nervous cant lie
Married men don't ask how much, single ones buying
One day you got everything, next day it's all
Let miss Trixie sit up
Let her wipe your

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

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

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