Luyện nghe bài hát Boot Scraper

Watch the common man
his sorrows at unhappy hour
Dirty and sweaty with just to get by

Calluses on his hands, calluses on his
Hard-boiled, son of a
away on the down hill grind

It's a means to an end, a mean end for
Death and domestication in shattered hopes
Can't see the hand at the other end of the

and bite, turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry
Throw yourself a bone, no one will
leads to self-loathing
Money the excrement of

And you don't get to keep
politics and power trips
And a bad breath down neck

I know for I have toiled in the halls of the
And not a teardrop in a bucket
it

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

So when you die
They're gonna have to screw ass
Into the

As life unravels with nothing to show
But wasted time and dust
A thousand points of lies
On the deafened funeral of the blind masses

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