Luyện nghe bài hát Sentimental Man

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

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

But how do you know I'm not a man?
is it really so hard to see these I guess it is
I couldn't tell you why, I think it's right
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 my coffee black, and my parole denied
even as I flake on every
I ever made myself, before the ink could dry
Well I should keep one inside...

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

How do you know I'm not your biggest fan?
Can you really make that case so I think you can't
I know why you try, I guess it's all a game
I'm under the and I'm telling you good night
'cos I plan to have some fine dreams