Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

I've been working like a 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 send me out for
I I won't be down on Grape Street anymore

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

you're a cold, cruel tyrant
With your Barbie lined on a shelf
You're a cold, cruel
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 and thumbing for a ride
I see your 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 without you

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

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