Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Den

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

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

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

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

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

Clock strikes damn 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 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