Luyện nghe bài hát Suit of Lights

While Nat King Cole sings, To My World'
You request some 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 went out to work that night and wasted his
Outside there was a execution
Inside he a thousand deaths

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

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

Anyway, they say that she the trousers
And learnt that 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 him out of the cold, cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold, ground
And they put him in a suit of

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

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

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