Luyện nghe bài hát Man In Black

Well, you why I always dress in black,
Why you never see colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things I have on.

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

I wear the black for who never read,
Or listened to the that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's straight to you and me.

Well, we're mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are back,
Up front there 'a be a Man In Black.

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

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

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

Ah, I'd to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little on my back,
things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black