Luyện nghe bài hát Boot Scraper

Watch the broken man
Drown his sorrows at hour
Dirty and sweaty with enough to get by

Calluses on his hands, on his soul
Hard-boiled, son of a
Scraping away on the down hill

a means to an end, a mean end for most
Death and ends in shattered hopes
Can't see the hand at the end of the leash

Turn and bite, and bite the hand that bleeds you dry
Throw a bone, no one else will
Compromise to self-loathing
Money the of labor

And you don't get to keep
Except politics and trips
And a bad breath your neck

I know for I have in the halls of the mighty
And not received a teardrop in a
it

The doesn't owe me a thing
But you do,
The doesn't owe me a thing
But you do,

So crooked you die
They're gonna to screw your ass
Into the

As slowly unravels with nothing to show
But your wasted time and
A thousand points of falling
On the deafened funeral eardrums of the masses

Rise above, your life
Will you look then turn around and bite?
Day by day the mask suffocates life
Is any way to live? No fucking way