Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

I've been working a Trojan so I can make your house a home
I sing I'm hoarse, and play these fingers to the bone
But you take the love I for you, and you send me out for more
I guess I be down on Grape Street anymore

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

'Cause you're a cold, cruel
your 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 thumbing for a
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, cruel
Too tres sous mond to the wealth
Cold cruel
But I could live without you

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

You can tell me that you love me, if it gets you you need
You can write me off for living, or living, yes indeed
Or you can don that superhero cape and go save the whole, wide
But you'll always be your Papa's Girl

But a cold, cruel tyrant
But I just help myself
a cold, cruel tyrant
Who the hell did you get from, anyway?