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 the love I bring for you, and you send me out for more
I guess I be down on Grape Street anymore

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

you're a cold, cruel tyrant
With 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 crest hill, and you slow to catch my eye
you hit the gas and wave on your way by

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

That Joseph in you lingers
And when you reign, you really
You play Little Miss Bossy Finger
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 tell me that you love me, if it you what you need
You can me off for living, dead or living, yes indeed
Or you can don that cape and go save the whole, wide world
But you'll always be your Papa's Girl

But what a cold, cruel
But I just can't help
You're a cold, cruel
Who the hell did you get from, anyway?