Luyện nghe bài hát Suit of Lights

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

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

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

In the first editions
Where they the hangman's noose
Then tell the sorry tale of the spent
Her uncouth escort looking down her

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

And they pulled him out of the cold, cold
And they pulled him out of the 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 or a diamond collar
It's enough to make you right now, but you don't bother
For goodness sake as you cry and
Let's keep you face down in the dirt you belong
And think of all the pleasure that it
Though you know it's wrong

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

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

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