Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Boy

Which the birthday boy?
She said I ain't got all
your mama name you?
You can call me what you
Every skinny gotta make it hard somehow
Sit your narrow ass hot shot
I'll solve right now

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

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

The pretty girls from the smallest
Get remembered like storms and
That old men talk for years to come
I guess that's why give us names
So a few old men can say they saw us when we were young

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