Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Shots Count

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

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 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.

High ground ain't enough to kill you quick it's the fall.
speaking 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.
act so surprised, and try not to look so long.

Shit count.
If the tilted, just pay the man who levels the floor.
is what you charge a proud man for having.
Shame is you sell to a whore.
just meat and it's all born dyin'.
Some is tender and is tough.
Somebody's mop up and eat one.
gotta mop up the blood.