Luyện nghe bài hát Suit of Lights

While Nat King Cole sings, 'Welcome To My
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 'The Working Man's Blues'
He went out to work that night and wasted his
Outside was a public execution
Inside he died a 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 editions
Where advocate the hangman's noose
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 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 of lights

Well, it's a dog's life in a leash or a diamond collar
enough to make you think right now, but you don't bother
For sake as you cry and shake
keep you face down in the dirt where 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 give us all a
Can't you breathing

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

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