Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

I've been 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 love I for you, and you send me out for more
I guess I won't be on Grape Street anymore

You're a on a mission, you're the devil on a dare
With that royal you're flashing, you're beating down my little pair
I said, Baby, who's daddy
You say, I you when I know
And let that ol' door hit you when you go

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

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

That's a cold, tyrant
Too tres sous to share the wealth
cruel tyrant
But I could never live you

That Joseph in you lingers
And when you reign, you really
You play that Miss Bossy Finger
But I see now all I want is and more
And more and and more and more and more
And and more 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 cape and go save the whole, world
But you'll always be your Papa's Girl

But what a cold, tyrant
But I just can't myself
You're a cold, cruel
Who the hell did you get that from,