Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Shots Count

Put your cigarette out and put your hat on.
mix up which is which.
They don't pay you to work.
They don't pay me to bitch.
The boss ain't as smart as he'd to be.
But he ain't as dumb as you think.
He just wants evolution on budget the schedule you keep.
Swervin' four lanes movin' like blood through an old dyin' heart.
Nothing but time to keep alive through the speed of a string guitar.
He bought in young and I have no doubt, he's gonna cash out a winning deal.
Trophy tailed wife's takin' boner pill rides for the price of a meal.

Shit count.
If the table's tilted, pay the man who levels the floor.
is what you charge a proud man for having.
Shame is you sell to a whore.
Meat's just meat and all born dyin'.
Some is and some is tough.
Somebody's mop up and eat one.
Somebody's mop up the blood.

High ground ain't high enough to you quick it's the fall.
Idealistically speaking it like you ain't listenin' at all.
Friday night britches are you ever be til the fighting you on Monday's gone?
One drag.
Tuck hair in your hat.
act so surprised, and try not to look so long.

Shit count.
If the tilted, just pay the man who levels the floor.
Pride is what you charge a man for having.
Shame is you sell to a whore.
just meat and it's all born dyin'.
Some is and some is tough.
Somebody's mop up and eat one.
Somebody's mop up the blood.