Luyện nghe bài hát Fools & Friends

Hyman sat down to write a song,
the help of some expensive words,
he was comin' along.
He about his troubles,
and then he of death.
He wrote his love affairs,
and about himself.

He played his two chords,
he played back and forth.
He sang his verse and the strings until his voice was hoarse,
and them some changes,
that made good sense,
and he proudly viewed coarse fingertips to be as evidence.

(Chorus)
I'm of the gentle,
are rude and mean.
I don't know if I'd a judge,
it's what I've seen.
yeah, sha-sha, hey-yeh!

There's love inside of everyone for yourself or else,
and they'll to take you with them,
on side of the fence.
But a friend of mine once me,
if your neighbor's house burn,
he'd your house to follow,
was I to learn.

Friends all around who fear my condemning stare,
handed down from older men, seem to insane to care.
Then I don't understand,
my mind must be dense.
But I think they call genius,
is common sense.

(Chorus)
I'm of the gentle,
fools are and mean.
I know if I'd make a judge,
it's what I've seen.
yeah, sha-sha, hey-yeh! (2x)