Luyện nghe bài hát Man In Black

Well, you wonder why I always in black,
Why you never see bright on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a tone.
Well, a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the down,
in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a of the times.

I wear the black for those who read,
Or listened to the words that said,
About the road to happiness through and charity,
Why, you'd think He's straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the who are held back,
Up front ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and old,
For the ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the who have died,
that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on side.

Well, things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' you go,
But 'til we start to make a to make a few things right,
You'll never see me a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a every day,
And tell the world everything's OK,
But I'll try to off a little darkness on my back,
'Till are brighter, I'm the Man In Black