Luyện nghe bài hát Richard

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

He should've home,
He worked late,
He should've sent those in a dusty milk 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 was down by the sea
Working strange mischief on her to be.
It seems the pretty girl was
As her was filled with doubt.
She as her own head was cut off
And the fish came out.
Watching the fish swim the sea through a river of red,
She said "I'd been wond'ring been troubling my head.
And I thank you for expelling those pests.
Now if you'll 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 should've set her hair on fire vodka and lime.

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.

Now the story takes a turn
'Cause the loved the girl and the feeling was returned.
They cut through the trees the tops off as they flew
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 is a hopeless romance.
The grinned and whispered, "comfort is a myth.
The clock keeps ticking, ticking; tick... tick... tick... tick"

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

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.