Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Shots Count

Put your out and put your hat back on.
mix up which is which.
They pay you enough to work.
They pay me enough to bitch.
The boss as smart as he'd like to be.
But he ain't as dumb as you think.
He just wants on budget with the schedule you keep.
Swervin' four movin' like blood through an old man's dyin' heart.
Nothing but to keep hope alive through the speed of a string guitar.
He in young and I have no doubt, he's gonna cash out with a winning deal.
Trophy wife's takin' 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.
is what you sell to a whore.
Meat's just and it's all born dyin'.
Some is and some is tough.
Somebody's mop up and eat one.
gotta mop up the blood.

High ain't high enough to kill you quick it's the fall.
Idealistically speaking it sounds like you 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 table's tilted, just pay the man who the floor.
Pride is you charge a proud man for having.
Shame is you sell to a whore.
Meat's 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.