Luyện nghe bài hát Boot Scraper

Watch the broken man
Drown his sorrows at unhappy
Dirty and with just enough to get by

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As slowly unravels with nothing to show
But your time and dust
A thousand points of lies
On the funeral eardrums of the blind masses

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