Luyện nghe bài hát Sentimental Man

There is no heaven and there is no
No in-between -- I think it's all a lie
Just a white out to velvet black
and back to neutral gray -- that's all we die

is no fate that divides our day
no hard at work, no unseen hand at play
people talk like it's a given
I dunno they mean -- nor, I suspect, do they
I that's OK

But how do you know I'm not a sentimental
is it so hard to see these things? I guess it is
I couldn't tell you why, I think it's there
nobody's perfect, but I'm what I can
and you best believe I'll it real

I'm an old type of guy
I like my coffee black, and my parole
as I flake on every deal
I ever made with myself, the ink could dry
Well I keep that one inside...

How do you know I'm not a sentimental
is it so hard to catch that vibe? I guess it is
I couldn't tell you why, I think plain to see
disaster, and I really couldn't say how the fuck I could let this get
so far

How do you know that I'm not your fan?
Can you really make that so clear? I think you can't
I don't know why you try, I guess all a game
I'm under the covers and I'm you good night
'cos I plan to have real fine dreams