Luyện nghe bài hát Boot Scraper

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

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

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

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

And you don't get to shit
politics and power trips
And a bad down your neck

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

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

So crooked you die
They're have to screw your ass
the ground

As slowly unravels with nothing to show
But wasted time and dust
A thousand of lies falling
On the deafened eardrums of the blind masses

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