Luyện nghe bài hát Dog Years

In a dog's
A year is really like seven
And all too a canine
Will be chasing in doggie heaven

It to me
As we our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it
And our seven go by like one

Dog
It's the season of the
Dog
With every scratch it

In the dog
look to serious
Dogs cry for the
But those connections are

It to me
While it's true that dog will have his day
all the bones are buried
There is barely to go outside and play

Dog
It's the season of the
Dog
With every scratch it
Dog
For sad son of a bitch
Dog
With his tail his ears
(Tail his ears)

I'd rather be a tortoise from
Or a span of geological
I'd rather be a tortoise from
Or a span of time
Than be livin' in these dog
in these dog years

Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Ooh, ohh
Woo, woo
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh

In a dog's
A constant buzz of low level
One sniff at the
And the answer is

It to me
As well make our own few circles the block
We've our senses
For the level static of talk

Dog
For every sad son of a
Dog
With his between his ears

In the dog
(Ohh, ohh)
In the dog
(Ohh, ohh)
In the dog
(Ohh, ohh)
In the dog
(Ohh, ohh)
(Ohh, ohh)
In the dog
(Ohh, ohh)