Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Boy

Which ones the boy?
She said I ain't got all
What'd your mama name
You can call me what you
Every mystery gotta make it hard somehow
Sit your ass down hot shot
I'll solve yours now

You got a girlfriend you boy?
Nervous hands lie
Married men don't ask how much, single ones buying
One day you got everything, next day all broke
Let miss sit up front
Let her wipe your

for the money like you got eight hands
Flat on your back a mean old man
Just thinking thoughts and breathing deep
Between your mama's drive and belt
It don't take to learn to tune out what hurts more than helps

The pretty from the smallest towns
Get remembered like and droughts
That old men talk about for years to
I guess why they give us names
So a few old men can say they saw us rain we were young

Which the birthday boy?
She said I ain't got all
What'd mama name you?
You can me what you like