Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Words

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

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

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

Fat cats and army
Hep cats in dog
Pawing girly mags

Pretty words
much anymore
I mean to be
Mean much

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

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

But there's not much
Between a mouth
And a jealous

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

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

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

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

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