Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Shots Count

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

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 just meat and it's all dyin'.
Some is tender and is tough.
gotta mop up and eat one.
Somebody's mop up the blood.

High ground ain't high enough to kill you quick the fall.
Idealistically speaking it like you ain't listenin' at all.
night britches are you ever be there til the fighting you on Monday's gone?
One drag.
Tuck hair in your hat.
act so surprised, and try not to look so long.

Shit count.
If the table's tilted, pay the man who levels the floor.
is what you charge a proud man for having.
Shame is 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.