Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Shots Count

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

shots 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.
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 you ain't listenin' at all.
Friday night britches are you be there til the fighting you on Monday's gone?
One drag.
Tuck your hair in hat.
act so surprised, and try not to look 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.
Somebody's mop up and eat one.
gotta mop up the blood.