Luyện nghe bài hát Suit of Lights

While Nat King Cole sings, 'Welcome To My
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 I heard 'The Working Man's Blues'
He went out to work that and wasted his breath
there was a public execution
Inside he a thousand deaths

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

In the perforated editions
Where they the hangman's noose
Then tell the tale of the spent Princess
Her uncouth looking down her dress

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

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 sake as you cry and shake
Let's keep you face down in the dirt you belong
And think of all the that it brings
Though you know it's wrong

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

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

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