Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Shots Count

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

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

High ground ain't enough to kill you quick it's the fall.
Idealistically speaking it sounds you ain't listenin' at all.
Friday night britches are you ever be there til the fighting you on Monday's
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 what you to a whore.
Meat's meat and it's all born dyin'.
is tender and some is tough.
Somebody's mop up and eat one.
gotta mop up the blood.