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 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 evolution on budget the schedule you keep.
Swervin' four movin' like blood through an old man's dyin' heart.
Nothing but time to keep hope alive through the of a string 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.

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

High ground ain't high to kill you quick it's the fall.
Idealistically speaking it sounds 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.
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.
Somebody's mop up and eat one.
gotta mop up the blood.