Luyện nghe bài hát Man In Black

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

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

I wear the black for who never read,
Or to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through 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 reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front ought 'a be a Man In Black.

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

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

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

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