Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Shots Count

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

Shit count.
If the table's tilted, pay the man who levels the floor.
Pride is you charge a proud man for having.
Shame is you sell to a whore.
Meat's just meat and it's all 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 ain't at all.
Friday britches are you ever be there til the fighting you on Monday's gone?
One drag.
Tuck your in your 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 charge a man for having.
is what you sell to a whore.
Meat's just 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.