Luyện nghe bài hát Six Fingered Man

(Costello, Toussaint)

Man
Playing a seven-string
There are Seven Deadly
Any one of can do you in
Take you lost from what you win
It's enough

Man
Always the first to blow his
His multiply
Pity half of them to be lies
Always helps to
It's enough

He so satisfied
a reputation to protect
Unless he thinks that more qualified
Gets so much of his own
Stares for at his reflection

Long-legged gal a very tiny man
They say that it should be
Must be something he has
Take what you want what you're given
Oh, never enough

Man
Shaking his at everyone
Couldn't act his age
If you put him on a
You might say he's all the
But it's never

Getting his on everything
He's got gems
Glinting in his ring
Needs his fingers and his
To help him his sums

Man
Can't be bothered to stir
Sleeps the day long or more
Dreams of he adores
Drains one and starts to pour
Oh, it's enough
Oh, it's never
Oh, it's enough

Man Alive!
How'd I get along with five?