Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

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

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

you're a cold, cruel tyrant
With Barbie heads lined on a shelf
a cold, cruel tyrant
But something in me needs you,

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

That's a cold, tyrant
Too tres mond to share the wealth
cruel tyrant
But I could live without you

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

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

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