Luyện nghe bài hát Richard

The devil and put on her party dress.
Out on the curb, her curls a mess.
Chaos through her nimble hands.
Never skipped a beat as she netted man.
In forty-five minutes, his was on a plate,
Served as the main course at a for the state.

He should've home,
He worked late,
He should've sent those letters in a dusty crate.

But too late... ha ha!
Too late... ha ha!
Too late... ha ha!
It doesn't matter
when the light goes out, heads are gonna roll.

In an hour and a half, the devil was by the sea
strange mischief on her bride to be.
It the pretty girl was laughing
As her head was filled doubt.
She laughed as her own was cut off
And the fish came out.
Watching the fish into the sea through a river of red,
She said "I'd been wond'ring what's troubling my head.
And I thank you for those irritating pests.
Now if slap me back together, I'll be at my very best
And we can go, you devil, we can go..."

She set the clock back,
She taken her time,
She set her hair on fire with vodka and lime.

But too late... ha ha!
Too late... ha ha!
Too late... ha ha!
It matter anyway
when the light goes out, heads are gonna roll.

Now the story takes a turn
'Cause the devil the girl and the feeling was returned.
They cut through the trees knocking the tops off as they
To a pretty for kissing--a place with a view.
They watched a man lay his hand in a game of chance.
The lust for luck and security is a romance.
The grinned and whispered, "comfort is a myth.
The clock keeps ticking, going tick... tick... tick... tick"

He should've the train,
He wore black,
He rode his high horse of a red apple jack.

But too late... ha ha!
Too late... ha ha!
too late... HA HA!
It doesn't anyway
'Cause when the light goes out, are gonna roll.