Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

I've been working a Trojan so I can make your house a home
I sing until I'm hoarse, and 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 Grape Street

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

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

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
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 Stalin in you
And when you reign, you pour
You play that Miss Bossy 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 Little Girl

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