Luyện nghe bài hát Richard

The devil smiled and put on her dress.
Out on the curb, her were a mess.
Chaos tumbled through her hands.
Never skipped a beat as she another man.
In forty-five minutes, his was on a plate,
Served as the course at a banquet for the state.

He stayed 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 matter anyway
'Cause when the light 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 seems the girl was laughing
As her was filled with doubt.
She as her own head was cut off
And the came spilling out.
the fish swim into the sea through a river of red,
She said "I'd been what's been troubling my head.
And I you for expelling those irritating pests.
Now if you'll slap me together, I'll be at my very best
And we can go, you devil, we can go..."

She should've set the back,
She should've her time,
She should've set her on fire with vodka and lime.

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

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

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

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