Luyện nghe bài hát Boot Scraper

Watch the broken man
Drown his sorrows at hour
Dirty and with just enough 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
see the hand at the other end of the leash

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

And you get to keep shit
Except politics and power
And a bad breath down neck

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

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

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

As life slowly unravels with nothing to
But your wasted time and
A thousand of lies falling
On the deafened funeral of the blind masses

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