Luyện nghe bài hát Butchers

Ben grew up to be the butcher not by choice, just the lot in life he found
But he makes a decent living, his family and the people of the town
But there's no dreams brought to fruition, just a attrition
The scraps of ambition he once carved by hand
But no time for regrets, it's not as bad as it appears
He's got a lucrative but he never gets the bloodstains off his hands

A frequents bars on Ladies' Night with a steely-eyed command
But he ain't out cruising and he ain't no shady looker, he's a charming, handsome man
His voice 'ladies' but his mind is thinking 'bitches'
But his pitch is just too much for of them to withstand
He tells jokes and he gets them all in stitches
And it off without hitches 'till he tries to get the bloodstains off his hands

Nothing good comes
Isn't that what you have me to believe
For every positive endeavor there is a dark we must weather
You will see, yeah you see

All the coroners and and the slaughterhouse foremen
It's there job five days a week, please try and understand
It's their lot to get it, they know someone's got to do it
And try not to misconstrue it when they try to wash the off their hands

Now she's had seven years of happiness with a boy she's always claimed to have
And there's fewer who've been but as of late she finds herself a little bored
She tells him she still loves him and has only thoughts of him
And the they've had and hopes that it'll help him understand
she runs her knife straight through him, it's the only way to do them
She's the of the game but she'll never get the bloodstains off her hands

In the end, they all fall just the same but never get the bloodstains off her hands

Off her