Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Den

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

He only has the of a knight
But he the absolute freedom of a queen
Too bad, the money he's got is coming in
American green

You know it's paper, you can spend or save
Go ahead and count by yourself
But out somebody's looking
You're to do that 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 with no man's warning

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

strikes damn near perfect at night
But it moves so 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

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