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 was accidental

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

And the tag on his toe read: by misadventure
Ain't that 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 might come
She thought about her wardrobe and how it was outdated
And how this up family thing was vastly overrated

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

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

So be careful how you choose your path and who you pick to go
Some folks they take to fast while some prefer a slow death
Some folks get confused and quite know how they're going
When laid out on that slab we're all the worse for knowing

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