Luyện nghe bài hát March Of The Dogs

Ladies and gentlemen of the
The President of the States of America
Is

I don't believe in the
Of chosen and hypocrites
Who walk a that stretched so fine
Is death or glory had in

And here we go, I'll guess the
No-one knows who'll lead this now
grows the way to a conclusion

It's too late there's no
It's too late, there's no
All for none, none for one, two, three,

March of the to a beat of disillusion
under God, breeding panic and confusion
The white is down, send in the clowns
The carnival of sins is now going to

It I'm a pessimist
But I say we need an
The root of all evil standing
God and above us all

And here we go, am I desperation?
All we know is and frustration
Ditch clothes, no vision of salvation

too late, there's no time
It's too late, no time
All for none, for one, two, three, four

of the dogs to a beat of disillusion
Sworn under God, breeding panic and
The flag is down, send in the clowns
The carnival of sins is now going to

Hey, hey, hey
A-one, two, three,

And now the President's
Because I off his head
No neck to be red
Guess to he fled

Was it something he
of who's in his bed?
By who we be led?
From hand will we be fed?
All the lies by the liars who said
We'll be fine, okay, hey, look mom, no head

okay, alright