Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

I've been working like a so I can make your house a home
I until 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 won't be down on Grape anymore

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

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

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

That's a cold, tyrant
Too sous mond to share the wealth
Cold cruel
But I could live without you

That Joseph in you lingers
And when you reign, you pour
You play that Little Miss Bossy
But I see now all I want is and more
And and more and more and more 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 me off for living, dead or living, yes indeed
Or you can don that superhero cape and go save the whole, wide
But you'll always be your Little Girl

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