Luyện nghe bài hát Suit of Lights

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

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

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

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

Anyway, say that she wears the trousers
And learnt that she does
And know if she should tell him yes
Or let him go

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

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

And there's still in your body
But most of leaving
Can't you us all a break
Can't you stop

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

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 put him in a suit of lights
And they put him in a suit of