Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Shoot My Dog

Listening to the of an angry old man
He had the world in his pocket but
He had a hole in his hand
Never had much fitting into his surroundings
headlong into life
And ended up by
by drowning
His blood is pure venom and his teeth are gold
His clothes are made from skin
He's a thousand old
He down by the poisoned stream
Where only swim
there drinking moonshine
Playing a violin a mean violin
A wicked violin

You've got four lines on forehead
And tells me that you're worried
shoot my dog
Don't my dog
I said don't shoot my dog

His wife is laying face in the pool upon the porch
He spied me through his
As I spied her with my
His skin tight around his face
As he smiles his blinding
Points over to a wives laying in a pile
Laying in a pile high