Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

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

You're a on a mission, you're the devil on a dare
With that royal flush flashing, you're beating down my little pair
I said, Baby, your daddy
You say, I call you when I
And don't let 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 something in me you, honey

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

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

That Joseph Stalin in you
And when you reign, you really
You play that Little Miss Finger
But I see now all I is more and more
And and more and more and more and more
And more and more and of you

You can tell me that you me, if it gets 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 be your Papa's Little Girl

But what a cold, cruel
But I just help myself
You're a cold, cruel
Who the did you get that from, anyway?