Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But what a cold, cruel
But I just can't help
You're a cold, cruel
Who the did you get that from, anyway?