Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Shots Count

Put cigarette out and put your hat back on.
mix up which 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 as dumb as you think.
He just wants evolution on budget the schedule you keep.
Swervin' four lanes movin' like blood an old man's dyin' heart.
Nothing but time to keep hope alive through the speed of a guitar.
He in young and I have no doubt, he's gonna cash out with a winning deal.
Trophy tailed takin' boner pill rides for the price of a happy meal.

shots 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 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.

High ain't high enough to kill you quick it's the fall.
Idealistically it sounds like you ain't listenin' at all.
Friday night britches are you ever be 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.

shots count.
If the table's tilted, just pay the man who the floor.
Pride is you charge a proud 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.