Luyện nghe bài hát Suit of Lights

While Nat Cole sings, 'Welcome To My World'
You request song you hate, you sentimental fool
And the force of habit, if it moves, then you fuck it
If it doesn't move, you it

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

And pulled 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 they put him in a suit of

In the perforated first
Where they advocate the hangman's
Then tell the tale of the spent Princess
Her uncouth escort down her dress

Anyway, say that she wears the trousers
And learnt everything 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 pulled him out of the cold, cold
And they pulled him out of the cold, cold
And they put him in a of lights

Well, it's a dog's life in a rope or a diamond collar
It's enough to make you think right now, but you bother
For goodness sake as you cry and
Let's keep you face in the dirt where you belong
And think of all the that it brings
Though you know that wrong

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

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

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