Luyện nghe bài hát Suit of Lights

While Nat King Cole sings, To My World'
You request some song you hate, you sentimental
And it's the force of habit, if it moves, then you it
If it move, you stab it

And I thought I heard 'The Working Blues'
He went out to work that and wasted his breath
Outside there was a public
he died a thousand deaths

And they pulled him out of the cold, cold
And pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
And pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
And put him in a suit of lights

In the first editions
Where they advocate the hangman's
Then tell the sorry tale of the Princess
Her uncouth looking down her dress

Anyway, they say she wears the trousers
And learnt that she does
And doesn't know if she tell him yes
Or let him go

And they him out of the cold, cold ground
And they him out of the cold, cold ground
And pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
And put him in a suit of lights

Well, it's a dog's in a rope leash or a diamond collar
enough to make you think right now, but you don't bother
For goodness as you cry and shake
Let's keep you face down in the where you belong
And think of all the pleasure that it
Though you know it's wrong

And there's still life in your
But most of it's
Can't you us all a break
you stop breathing

And I thought I 'The Working Man's Blues'
I went to work that and wasted my breath
Outside they're painting tar on
It's the closest to a of art that they will ever be

And they pulled him out of the cold, cold
And pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
And pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
And they put him in a suit of
And they put him in a suit of