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.
don't pay me enough to bitch.
The ain't 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 lanes movin' like blood through an old dyin' heart.
Nothing but time to keep hope alive 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 takin' boner pill rides for the price of a 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 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.

High ground high enough to kill you quick it's 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 your hair in 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 a proud man for having.
is what you sell to a whore.
Meat's meat and it's all born dyin'.
Some is and some is tough.
gotta mop up and eat one.
Somebody's mop up the blood.