Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Dog

I'm a dog, and I can smell smell right through your clothes
And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not
I am given pause to think when
I consider what we call the good life

When it to the city versus the country life
Well, I must say I far prefer a farmer's wife
Breakfast with the master in the
the breeze and brush against a cow's leg - mmm

But it seems the thinkers you call are
The sort who often fall ill young, or pine
How can they help but the species down?

some debate about whether instincts should be held in check
Well, I that I'm a liberal in this respect
I can't say I liked Robinson
But at least he tie his dogs up at night

And it seems the thinkers you greatest are
The sort who fall ill young, or pine away
How can they help but drag the species

How come all your fall into despondencies?
And then write it for us to read every indignity?
Not such worthy specimens, creatures
Hardly fit for what you call the good life

And it seems the thinkers you call are
The sort who fall ill young, or pine away
How can they but drag the species down?
How can they help but drag the species