Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Shots Count

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

Shit count.
If the table's tilted, just pay the man who 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 tender and is tough.
Somebody's mop up and eat one.
gotta mop up the blood.

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

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