Luyện nghe bài hát Douchebag Blues

My prospects are all out of
My glory has faded
I get up on old treadmill
Day day after day
The he don't like my performance

Old lady that too
But she all the money on scratch-offs
And she the way that feels too
But its OK

I'm a
You can it on me
My is sweet perfection
What she wants is the way it be
She keeps and kissin, and grindin' and dissin'
And speaking my to me

And 'iffin I want to take my
And give all the talking a
She out her tires, blame it on me
'Cause she knows her lawyer's the
But its OK

days
Ain't to me
My children, they are all a
And I know nothing more could be
And I'm prayin' The Good Lord keeps them
In spite of the they do

Sometimes I'm not
we do to them kids these days
I hope they can find something to do
Than blowing other away
But its OK

I'm a
You can it on me
like me . . .