Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Boy

Which ones the boy?
She said I ain't got all
What'd 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 girlfriend you boy?
hands cant lie
Married men ask how much, single ones ain't buying
One day you got everything, next day all broke
Let miss Trixie sit up
Let her wipe nose

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

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

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