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 there in his hand
Never had trouble fitting into his surroundings
headlong into life
And up by drowning
by drowning
His blood is venom and his teeth are solid gold
His are made from human skin
He's a years old
He lives down by the stream
Where alligators swim
Sits drinking moonshine
Playing a mean a mean violin
A really violin

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

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