Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Den

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

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

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

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

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

Clock strikes damn perfect at night
But it moves so in the morning light
King says, "A crown 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 give man any golden wings
And man must fly, man must fly, is gray man 'sane
No color, no