Luyện nghe bài hát Suit of Lights

While Nat King sings, 'Welcome To My World'
You request 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 heard Working Man's Blues'
He out to work that night and wasted his breath
Outside there was a execution
Inside he died a thousand

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

In the perforated first
they advocate the hangman's noose
Then tell the sorry tale of the spent
Her uncouth escort looking her dress

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

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

And there's still in your body
But most of leaving
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
they're painting tar on somebody
It's the closest to a work of art that will ever be

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
And put him in a suit of lights