Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

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

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

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

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 that hill, and you to catch my eye
you hit the gas and wave on your way by

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

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

You can tell me that you love me, if it 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, wide
But you'll always be your Papa's Little

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