Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Boy

Which the birthday boy?
She I ain't got all night
your mama name you?
You can call me you like
Every skinny mystery gotta it hard somehow
Sit your ass down hot shot
solve yours right 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 Trixie sit up
Let her wipe nose

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

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

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