Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Boy

Which ones the birthday
She said I got all night
your mama name you?
You can me what you like
Every skinny mystery gotta make it somehow
Sit narrow ass down hot shot
I'll solve yours now

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

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

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

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