Luyện nghe bài hát Christian Dior

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

You have run wild on the backstreet's of Lyon
Or Marseilles, reckless and and stoned
Impregnating women or kissing mad boys from Napoli
Who even write their own name

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

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

Oh, Christian
Oh, Dior

you look at me, failure is all that you see
I discipline my days like Christian Dior

I could've run loudly and or forcible entry
And morally bankrupt and non-violent
And drawn to what scares me, and of what bores me
alone will 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
Dior
Christian