Luyện nghe bài hát Monkey Suit

If you're looking for the
You think that you might
In a bullet-riddled car
On a road in the pines
If round just like a medal
On a old man of war
Or hidden like that Star
In my bottom drawer

Look at you in your suit
Driving south, nothing left to
You come back in your cowboy boots
Dressed to kill in your suit
pose you strike, every frame they shoot
Shows you dressed to kill in your suit

your ladder to the moon
Beat on sacred drum
Trample on the hands of
That cling to rung
seed you crush beneath
Like stone in a mill
You never a decent breath
But you're just to kill

Look at you in your monkey
Driving south, nothing left to
You come back here in your cowboy
Dressed to kill in your suit
Every you strike, every frame they shoot
Shows you to kill in your monkey suit

Look at you in your monkey
Driving south, nothing left to
You come back here in your boots
Dressed to kill in your monkey
Every pose you strike, every frame shoot
Shows you to kill in your monkey suit