Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Shoot My Dog

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

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

His wife is laying face down in the upon the porch
He me through his blindness
As I her with my torch
His goes tight around his face
As he his blinding smile
Points over to a dozen wives in a pile
Laying in a pile high