Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Words

I ask you
Get my slapped under wraps
What's going on
Is there wrong perhaps?

Surprise,
It's more a booby trap
a booby prize

Civil from
A with a dirty rifle
loosening all the screws
That the hinges of my life

Fat and army brats
Hep in dog tags
Pawing over girly

Pretty words
Mean anymore
I mean to be
much anymore

All I see are snapshots, big
Tender spots, mug shots, slots
'Til you know what's what
You don't know you got

Curious
Running after men
didn't kill the cat
It was a pen

But not much choice
a cruel mouth
And a voice

Got to London
a paper from the man
No words of
Just cartoons and titter

Well, well, that
Millions murdered for a me quick hat
No backbone, and guts
Better keep your big shut

words
Don't mean anymore
I mean to be
much anymore

All I see are snapshots, big
Tender spots, slots, mug shots
'Til you don't what's what
You don't what you got

You don't what you got
You don't know you got