Luyện nghe bài hát Suit of Lights

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

And I thought I heard Working Man's Blues'
He went out to that night and wasted his breath
Outside there was a execution
he died a thousand deaths

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

In the perforated first
Where advocate the hangman's noose
Then the sorry tale of the spent Princess
Her uncouth looking down her dress

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

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

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

And there's still life in your
But of it's leaving
Can't you give us all a
Can't you stop

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

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