Luyện nghe bài hát Goalhanger

He's got the bonhomie of a show host
And his handshake is so limp like meeting a ghost
His apologies are cos he uses them a lot
His excuses are so lame if they were horses they'd be
He through his teeth with impeccable grammar
In the game of he's just a dreadful goalhanger
Keeping all his open till the very last minute
Checking every trying to work out what's in it
Trying to pin him down is nailing water to a wall
incapable of making a commitment at all
Like trying in a nail with an inflatable
In the game of life he's just a goalhanger
Yesterday upon the I met a man who's never there
He won't be again today
Well, that's what he me to say
He's got the natural arrogance of an exclamation
And he wishes his bite was as big as his
appealing to the referee at every single stage
He's a fuzzy little bundle of rage
And where he ought to have patience, he has anger
In the game of life he's just a dreadful
He has a of humility defies imagination
And he hangs round like a fart in a Russian station
He doesn't even notice as he sells you the river
Cos he's one of life's takers and he's for a giver
He smirks and his shoulders as he drops another clanger
In the game of life just a dreadful goalhanger