Luyện nghe bài hát Christian Dior

Christian Dior, you wasted life
On aroma and clothes, and dyes
Christian Dior, you wasted your
On grandeur and style, and the poor, rich smile

You could have run wild on the backstreet's of
Or Marseilles, and legless and stoned
Impregnating women or mad street boys from Napoli
Who couldn't write their own name

Dior, you wasted your life
Sensually stroking the weaves of a

You could have run on the backstreet's of Lyon
Or Marseilles, reckless and and stoned
women or kissing mad street boys from Napoli
Who couldn't even spell their own

Oh, Christian
Oh, Dior

When you at me, failure is all that you see
I discipline my days just like Christian

I could've run and proudly or forcible entry
And morally bankrupt and non-violent
And drawn to what scares me, and of what bores me
Years alone never be returned, Christian Dior

maverick, ah
if you can, ah
The way to be a man, ah
To be a man, ah

Dior
Christian
Christian
Christian