Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

I've been working like a Trojan so I can make your house a
I until I'm hoarse, and play these fingers 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 Street anymore

a martyr on a mission, you're the devil on a dare
With that royal flush you're flashing, you're down my little pair
I said, Baby, who's 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
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 and dumb, but numb and thumbing for a ride
I see Continental crest that hill, and you slow to catch my eye
you hit the gas and wave on your way by

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

Joseph Stalin in you lingers
And when you reign, you really
You play that 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 and more of you

You can tell me that you 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 cape and go save the whole, world
But always be your Papa's Little Girl

But a cold, cruel tyrant
But I just can't myself
a cold, cruel tyrant
Who the hell did you get from, anyway?