Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

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

a martyr on a mission, you're the devil on a dare
With that royal flush you're flashing, beating down my little pair
I said, Baby, your daddy
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 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 crest that hill, and you slow to catch my eye
Then you hit the gas and wave on way by

That's a cold, tyrant
Too tres mond to share the wealth
cruel tyrant
But I could never without you

That Joseph Stalin in you
And when you reign, you really
You play Little 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 me that you love 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 always be your Little Girl

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