Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Words

I ask you
Get my face slapped under
What's on precisely
Is something wrong perhaps?

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

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

Fat cats and army
Hep cats in dog
over girly mags

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

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

women
Running after 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
Just cartoons and titter

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

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

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

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