Luyện nghe bài hát Richard

The devil smiled and put on her dress.
Out on the curb, her were a mess.
Chaos through her nimble hands.
skipped a beat as she netted another man.
In minutes, his head was on a plate,
Served as the main course at a for the state.

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

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

In an hour and a half, the was down by the sea
Working mischief on her bride 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 spilling out.
Watching the fish swim into the sea a river of red,
She said "I'd been wond'ring what's troubling my head.
And I thank you for expelling 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 doesn't anyway
when the light goes out, heads are gonna roll.

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

He took 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 matter
'Cause when the light goes out, are gonna roll.