Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Dog

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

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

But it seems the you call greatest are
The who often fall ill young, or pine away
How can they help but drag the species

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

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

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

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