Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Boy

Which the birthday boy?
She said I ain't got all
What'd your mama name
You can call me what you
Every mystery gotta make it hard somehow
Sit your narrow ass hot shot
solve yours right now

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

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

The pretty girls from the towns
Get remembered like 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 they saw us when we were young

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