Luyện nghe bài hát Last at The Table

Preacher won't you to me,
I a pint of philosophy.
I'm and thirsty, set me on my way.
Mondays and mondays go,
But one seems to be sort of slow.
Can you tell me sir, will there come a change?

I'm the one who's at the table,
I'm the one who never the gold.
You're the one who I'm able,
But you turn your with lies and fables...
won't you cry for me,
I'll your tears for a token fee

On a street where drunk patrons stand laughing.
And they'll stop, stare at me,
at their heads, "how can this be? "
I'll say, "i was born you, --
" then I'll dancin'...

Hello, mr. bureaucrat.

You pick thin -- you pick who's fat.
Now what makes you so fit for the shoes you in?
In an office space you get a

For money and paper waste.
Now who gets what on who is talking...