Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Den

There is no in the king and he is softer than the queen
Confusion reigns, sometimes it
Now a sky never makes anybody cry
But a gray always makes it rain, sometimes it rains

He only has the moves of a
But he wants the freedom of a queen
Too bad, the only he's got is coming in
Colored American

You know it's worthless paper, you can spend or
Go and count that by yourself
But look out looking
You're supposed to do by yourself, count it

He says he's not doing anything he thinks
He's another part of the royal story
But does it always have to that way?
Always ending someday no man's warning

Don't back, some ruler says
Or everything you need will go
Every answer you think ever said is just a guess
And the king of just slowly locks up every day

strikes damn near perfect at night
But it so slow in the morning light
King says, "A doesn't make the man"
But we all know, yes, we all know, he thinks he's born to

Until he dies by the divine of kings
No one down here wants to give man any golden wings
And man must fly, man must fly, is that gray man
No color, no