Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Cruel Tyrant

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

You're a martyr on a mission, you're the devil on a
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, tyrant
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 Continental 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 never live you

That Joseph Stalin in you
And you reign, you really pour
You play that Little Bossy Finger
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, dead or living, yes
Or you can don that superhero cape and go save the whole, world
But you'll always be your Papa's Girl

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