Luyện nghe bài hát The Bastard Son Of Dean Friedman

Well I heard a rumor,
Bette Midler had a tumor,
So I went to tell my friends.
But they it was a lie,
That she going to die,
"And by the way, we got news for you!"

And they me that the man
That I had known as "Dad",
met my "Mum" when I was born.
And reckon that I am,
But I to God I'm not,
The bastard son of Friedman,
The son of Dean Friedman.

And my school-work fell
With this on my mind.
Me art said he understood.
But he could sympathise
With the in my eyes,
Even he'd shown my his Magerite!

And in the "Corridors of Fear"
I would shed a tear,
As ridicule flew at me from sides.
And mocked me in my mocks,
And in my socks,
The bastard son of Friedman,
The son of Dean Friedman.

Borussia Moenchen Gladbach

And you can thank your lucky stars that not
The bastard son of Friedman,
The bastard son of Friedman.