Luyện nghe bài hát Dogs

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real
You gotta sleep on toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with eyes closed
And then in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike the moment is right without thinking
And after a while, you can on points for style
Like the club tie, and the handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy
You to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when turn their backs on you
You'll get the to put the knife in
You keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack, fly down
Hide head in the sand
Just sad old man
All alone and of cancer
And you loose control, you'll reap the harvest that you've sown
And as the fear grows, the bad slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to loose the you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down
Dragged by the stone
I gotta admit I'm a little bit confused
it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and of this creeping malaise
If I stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you keep on pretending
That expendable and no one had a real friend
And it to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And you believe at heart, everyone's a
Who was born in a house of pain
Who was not to spit in the fan
Who was what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained
Who was fitted with collar and
Who was a seat in the stand
Who was breaking away from the
Who was a stranger at home
Who was down in the end
Who was found dead on the
Who was dragged by the stone