Luyện nghe bài hát Life Of A Small Fry

A wretched party stood and
Under the rain and thunder
The ropes through the handles, the coffin sloping under
The earth through black fingers
At the graveside she stooped
And an ill howling through her veil
For a man who no good, he served no good
He never was an man, hard but fair, his mother said
A timid youth of ridicule, each made him quake with dread
In the showers and the rugby field, the came to play
Most nights he'd and piss the bed
But he they all would pay, they all would pay!
Like his father in the coldstream guards, he was soon in quarters
his way up through the ranks, he had no time for sons and daughters
She waits on him, the young thing
at her leisure
Like a mount he charges on
How longer is her tether
How how she laughed, while so she spurned him
For time had stole ungraciously all the dreams she'd been
No cries of children, is this marriage granite firm
It breaks his heart that seeds grow, from a bag of watered sperm
He joined the prison service, she the chains and left him
For the time he was all alone, a demon's soul possessed him
An of misery, in a painful sea of darkness
And inside his tortured mind, cruel, bleak and heartless
An angry mob was out from the chokey cells and 'D' wing
Tonight the hard lags me tune, come the dawn, no birds will sing
No raining down the stick, a violent end draws nigh
No hope, no tears, no mercy, for the life of small fry!