Luyện nghe bài hát Death By Misadventure

Well, Harry had a job working' for the Secret Service
He had a wife and kids at home who made him awful
He'd never done a damn thing you call experimental
And he had this aching feeling that his life was

So one day he burned his suit and his leather shoulder holster
He snapped a Polaroid and made a giant wanted
He took it to a print and ordered up a thousand flyers
And walked door to the laundromat and blew his brains out in the drier

And the tag on his toe read: by misadventure
Ain't some way to go? Death by misadventure

Well, Harry's wife took this matter rather lightly
She could have cried and cried but then her looks come unsightly
She thought her wardrobe and how much it was outdated
And how this trumped up family thing was vastly

Her kids both turned against her and they to drugs and stealing
Some junkie killed 'em both for two bags they were dealing
And sitting home disgusted by it all
She blew the survivor off with ninety Nembutals

And the tag on her toe read: Death by
that some way to go? Death by misadventure

So be careful how you choose your and who you pick to go with
Some folks they to living fast while some prefer a slow death
Some folks get and never quite know how they're going
you're laid out on that slab we're all the worse for knowing

That the tag on toe reads: Death by misadventure
What a way to go. Death by misadventure