Luyện nghe bài hát Boot Scraper

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

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

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

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

And you get to keep shit
Except politics and trips
And a bad breath down your

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

The doesn't owe me a thing
But you do,
The world doesn't owe me a
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 time and dust
A points of lies falling
On the deafened funeral eardrums of the masses

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