Luyện nghe bài hát Punchdrunk

It him down; his head was hanging sideways,
his were slits.
This almost nightly now.
He raised the and waited for another round.
He waited for the to ring,
he prayed the would save his eyes.
He heard church-folk and sighing,
"it's all right". He his kids,
he liked his Valiant, he liked the pay.
"The boss' fine young talent" all would say.
And just a later he'll be free,
do he wants. Bereave the dream, now sleep,
now die. (Lie l-lie, lie l-lie lie lie l-lie)