Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Boy

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

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

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

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

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