Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Shots Count

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

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

High ground ain't high enough to kill you it's the fall.
Idealistically speaking it sounds like you ain't at all.
night britches 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.

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 tender and is tough.
gotta mop up and eat one.
Somebody's mop up the blood.