Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Words

I ask you
Get my face under wraps
going on precisely
Is there something perhaps?

Surprise,
It's more like a trap
Than a booby

disobedience from
A soldier with a dirty
You're loosening all the
That the hinges of my life

Fat and army brats
Hep cats in dog
Pawing girly mags

words don't
Mean anymore
I don't to be
much anymore

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

women
Running curious men
Curiosity didn't the cat
It was a pen

But not much choice
Between a mouth
And a voice

Got to London
Picked a paper the man
No of consolation
cartoons and titter tatter

Well, well, fancy
murdered for a kiss me quick hat
No backbone, and guts
keep your big mouth shut

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

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

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