Luyện nghe bài hát M5#1

You'll never see me 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
a well-read punk peasant.

But you'd think a man would understand
the devil makes work for hands.
M5 6-7 pm

And the man who pretends he it all
is to a Mighty Fall.
Gets into house with cheer,
then proceeds to all you've got to offer.
This is not an
It's an roundabout
That leads to the
And you'll never see good again.

In late 60s, my said to me,
never see trams and clogs again.
Now roam the city.

Can these not understand
The devil makes for idle hands
M5 6-7 pm
The devil work for idle hands.

M5 to the straight ahead
It's to the gills with crusty brown bread
Can not understand
there's nothing than a bored man?

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