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 to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I on.

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

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

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

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

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

Well, there's that never will be right I know,
And things 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 love to wear a every day,
And tell the world everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a darkness on my back,
'Till are brighter, I'm the Man In Black