Luyện nghe bài hát Suit of Lights

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

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

And they him out of the cold, 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

In the perforated editions
Where they the hangman's noose
tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess
Her uncouth escort 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 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 suit of

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

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

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

And they pulled him out of the cold, cold
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