Luyện nghe bài hát King of the Hill

L.A.'s asleep, you up your window
The air is cold, the freeway is clear
In a green Gucci bag are your prized
The jewels of mind to hold back the fear

And when comes 'round, there's a high lonesome sound
And she you down for the kill
And a blinding light makes it all seem so right
And you like the King of the Hill

The is long, your princess is lovely
Your all wait for your knock on the door
How many years will you through this castle?
So satisfied and wanting more

And Monday comes 'round, there's a high lonesome sound
And she you down for the kill
And a white blinding light makes it all so right
And you feel like the of the Hill, yeah

The guests have arrived all the right faces
But you the ball in that room down the hall
It's sunrise again, the is empty
The crystal is cracked, there's blood on the

And when Monday 'round, there's a high lonesome sound
And she you down for the kill
And a white light makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the of the Hill

And when Monday comes 'round, there's a lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the
And a white blinding light makes it all seem so
And you feel like the of the Hill

Yes, you feel like the King of the
Ah, you feel like the King of the
Yes, you feel like the King of the