Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Den

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

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
American green

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

He says he's not doing anything wrong he
He's just another of the royal story
But does it always have to start that
Always ending someday with no man's

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

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

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