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 like a booby
Than a prize

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

Fat and army brats
Hep in dog tags
Pawing girly mags

Pretty words
Mean much
I mean to be
Mean anymore

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

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

But there's not choice
Between a cruel
And a jealous

Got back to
Picked a paper the man
No of consolation
Just cartoons and titter

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

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

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

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