Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

I've working like a Trojan so I can make your house a home
I until I'm hoarse, and play these fingers to the bone
But you take the I bring for you, and you send me out for more
I guess I won't be down on Grape anymore

You're a martyr on a mission, the devil on a dare
With that royal flush you're flashing, you're down my little pair
I said, Baby, your daddy
You say, I call you I know
And don't let ol' door hit you when you go

'Cause you're a cold, tyrant
With your Barbie heads on a shelf
You're a cold, tyrant
But something in me needs you,

It's a pan stretch of highway, I'm the hitcher on the side
Not so young and dumb, but numb and thumbing for a
I see your crest that hill, and you slow to catch my eye
Then you hit the gas and on your way by

That's a cold, tyrant
Too tres mond to share the wealth
Cold cruel
But I never live without you

That Joseph in you lingers
And you reign, you really pour
You that Little Miss Bossy Finger
But I see now all I want is more and
And more and more and more and more and
And more and more and of you

You can tell me you love me, if it gets you what you need
You can write me off for living, dead or living, yes
Or you can don that superhero cape and go save the whole, world
But you'll always be your Little Girl

But a cold, cruel tyrant
But I just help myself
You're a cold, tyrant
Who the hell did you get from, anyway?