Luyện nghe bài hát Fools & Friends

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

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

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

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

Friends all who fear my cold condemning stare,
handed from older men, they seem to insane to care.
again I don't understand,
my must be truly dense.
But I think what call genius,
is simple sense.

(Chorus)
I'm of the gentle,
are rude and mean.
I don;t if I'd make a judge,
it's only what seen.
yeah, sha-sha, hey-yeh! (2x)