Luyện nghe bài hát M5#1

You'll see me trying to raise Cain
You'll never see me wear a suit of
a slip-road up right ahead
leading to the
But I'm city born and
Too car-fumes in my head
Just a punk peasant.

But you'd think a country man would
the devil work for idle hands.
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And the man who pretends he it all
is destined to a Fall.
Gets into house with cheer,
then proceeds to take all got to offer.
is not an autobahn
It's an evil
That leads to the
And you'll never see good again.

In late 60s, my said to me,
you'll see trams and clogs again.
Now roam the city.

Can these not understand
The makes work for idle hands
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The devil work for idle hands.

M5 to the straight ahead
stuffed to the gills with crusty brown bread
Can they not
there's nothing worse than a man?

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