Luyện nghe bài hát Death By Misadventure

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

So one day he his pinstripe suit and his leather shoulder holster
He a Polaroid and made a giant wanted poster
He took it to a print and ordered up a thousand flyers
And next 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 and cried but then her looks might come unsightly
She about her wardrobe and how much it was outdated
And how this trumped up thing was vastly overrated

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

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

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

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