Luyện nghe bài hát Dogs

You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real
You gotta on your toes and when you're on the streets
You be able to pick out the easy meat
With eyes closed
Then moving in silently, down and out of sight
You gotta strike when the is right without thinking

And after a while, you can work on points for
Like the club tie and the firm
A certain look in the eye, an easy
You have to be trusted by the that you lie to
So that when they their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the in

You keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You it's going to get harder
Harder, harder as you get
And in the end you'll pack up, fly down
your head in the sand
Just sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer

And when you lose control reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad slows and turns to stone
And too late to lose the weight
You to need to throw around
So have a good as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the

I admit that I'm a little bit confused
it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake gotta try and off
This creeping
If I don't my own ground
How can I find my way out of maze?

Deaf, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's and no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the to do
be to isolate the winner
And done under the sun
And you believe at heart, a killer

Who was born in a house of pain?
Who was trained not to spit in the
Who was told what to do by the
Who was broken by personnel?
Who was fitted with and chain?
Who was given a pat on the

Who was breaking away from the
Who was only a at home?
Who was down in the end?
Who was found dead on the
Who was dragged by the stone?
Who was dragged by the stone?