Luyện nghe bài hát Goalhanger

He's got the bonhomie of a game host
And his handshake is so limp, like meeting a ghost
His are tired 'cause he uses them a lot
His excuses are so lame if they were they'd be shot

He lies through his with impeccable grammar
In the game of he's just a dreadful goalhanger

He's keeping all his options open the very last minute
Checking every situation to work out what's in it
Trying to nail him is like nailing water to a wall
incapable of making a commitment at all

Like trying to in a nail with an inflatable hammer
In the of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger

Yesterday upon the
I met a man never there
He won't be there today
Well, what he told me to say

He's got the natural arrogance of an mark
And he wishes his was as big as his bark
He's to the referee at every single stage
He's a fuzzy little bundle of rage

And when he ought to have patience, he only has
In the of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger

He has a lack of that defies imagination
And he hangs 'round like a fart in a Russian station
He doesn't notice as he sells you down the river
'Cause he's one of life's takers and he's for a giver

He smirks and shrugs his shoulders as he drops clanger
In the game of life he's just a goalhanger