Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Paycheck

Monday morning, got my boots on
My checkbook tells me my money is gone
Got a little depending on me
To her to town at the end of the week
find a parking spot so we can reconnect
As soon as I get my Friday

get a chilly cheese dog at the bowling lane
I'm still a-working on that game
Maybe catch a when my arm goes numb
Wrap it around her when the good part

I may like an old redneck
But I'm a high roller with a Friday

Everybody knows I like to have a good
I just gotta stay that poverty line
on the table, roof over head
Leave something to my ones
I wind up dead

You never know what life will throw at you
I'm counting down the days till my Friday

Wish I could tell the foreman I'm under the gun
Take this job and it son
I it to myself 'cause I gotta get paid
And dance my baby at the end of the day

I'm a-yelling at the band when they're sound check
Why don't you me some cash with my p-p-paycheck?

Everybody knows I like to a good time
I just gotta above that poverty line
Food on the table, roof head
Leave to my young ones
I wind up dead

You never know what life will throw at you
I'm counting down the till my Friday paycheck

Five, four, three, two, one

You never know what life will throw at you
I'm counting down the days my Friday paycheck

I gotta get my hands on that Friday

Paycheck, paycheck
Gots to get that Friday
Paycheck, Friday
Gots to get that Friday

Ooh, get that Friday paycheck
I've been on that whistle
Waiting on the whistle all day
Friday paycheck, Friday

Gots to get that Friday
Paycheck, Friday
Gots to get that Friday
Paycheck, paycheck