Luyện nghe bài hát Country House

City dweller, fella thought to himself
I've got a lot of money
Caught in a rat race
I'm a professional cynic but my not in it
I'm payin' the price of life at the limit
Caught up in the anxiety
Yes, it on him
gettin' thin, try the simple life

He lives in a
A very big house in the
Watchin' repeats
And the food he in the country
He takes all of pills
And piles up analyst bills in the
Oh, like an animal farm
That's the rural charm in the

He's got morning glory and a different story
Everything's going
Touched his own mortality
He's reading Balzac, back Prozac
It's a helping hand that makes you wonderfully blind
Oh, it's a remedy
For the at heart
A new start, try the life

He in a house
A very big in the country
got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of in the country
He drink, smoke, laugh
Takes baths in the country
You should come to no
On the animal in the country
In the country, in the country, in the

Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't why?
Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't why?

Oh he in a house
A big house in the country
Watchin' repeats
And the food he eats in the
He takes all manner of
And piles up bills in the country
Oh, like an animal farm
That's the rural charm in the

Oh he in a house
A very big house in the
got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest in the
He doesn't drink, smoke,
Takes herbal in the country
You should to no harm
On the animal farm in the