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 what you from what you win
It's never

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

He so satisfied
With a reputation to
Unless he thinks that you're qualified
Gets so of his own affection
Stares for hours at his

Long-legged gal a very tiny man
They say that it be forbidden
be something he has hidden
Take what you from what you're given
Oh, it's never

Man
Shaking his fist at
even act his age
If you put him on a
You might say all the rage
But never enough

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

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

Man Alive!
How'd I ever get along with