Luyện nghe bài hát Six Fingered Man

(Costello, Toussaint)

Man
Playing a seven-string
There are Seven Sins
Any one of can do you in
Take what you lost from you win
It's never

Man
Always the first to blow his
His multiply
Pity half of them to be lies
helps to advertise
It's never

He seems so
With a to protect
Unless he thinks that you're qualified
so much of his own affection
Stares for at his reflection

Long-legged gal walking a tiny man
say that it should be forbidden
Must be something he has
Take what you want from what given
Oh, it's never

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

his prints on everything
He's got gems
Glinting in his ring
Needs his and his thumbs
To him calculate his sums

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

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