Luyện nghe bài hát Dogs

You got to be
You gotta have a real
'Cause on your toes
When on the street
Got to be to pick out the easy meat
With eyes closed
Then in silently
Down wind and out of
You've got to strike when the moment is without thinking

And after a
You can work on for style
the club tie
And the firm
A certain in the eye and the easy smile
You to be trusted
By the people you lie to
So that they turn their backs on you
get the chance to put the knife in

You keep one eye
over your shoulder
You know, going to get harder
Harder and as you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down
Hide your in the sand
another sad old man
All and dying of cancer

And when you lose
You'll the harvest you have sown
And as the fear
The bad blood slows and to stone
And it's too to lose the weight
You used to need to throw
So have a good as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the

admit
That I'm a bit confused
Sometimes it to me
As if I'm just used
Gotta awake
try and shake off
This malaise
If I don't stand my own
How can I find my way out of this

Deaf, dumb, and
You keep on pretending
That expendable
And no one has a real
And it seems to you the to do
Would be to isolate the
And every done under the sun
And you believe at heart a killer

Who was in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to in the fan
Who was told to do by the man
Who was broken by personnel
Who was with collar and chain
Who was a pat on the back

Who was breaking from the pack
Who was only a stranger at
Who was down in the end
Who was dead on the phone
Who was down by the stone
Who was down by the stone