Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Boy

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

You got a girlfriend don't you
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 wipe your

for the money like you got eight hands
Flat on your back under a old man
Just thinking happy 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 like storms and droughts
That old men talk about for to come
I guess that's why give us names
So a few old men can say they saw us rain when we were

Which ones the boy?
She said I got all night
What'd mama name you?
You can call me you like