Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Boy

Which the birthday boy?
She said I got all night
What'd your name you?
You can call me what you
Every skinny mystery gotta make it hard
Sit your narrow ass hot shot
I'll yours right now

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

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

The pretty girls from the towns
Get remembered storms and droughts
That old men 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

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