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 booby

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

Fat and army brats
Hep in dog tags
Pawing over mags

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

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

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

But not much choice
Between a mouth
And a jealous

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

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

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

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

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