Luyện nghe bài hát The Joker

tell me how big must one be,
before no one left who can even see
it's just a

and tell me how old a can get,
before we're too ashamed to
that we it

how many roads must the walk,
before ridicule replaces talk

and how many can walk a land,
before we suspect some strange kind of
is

his painted face and his twisted smile, his cartoon evil the child
we it simple or we feel betrayed, this is the house that the Joker made

an old black man sitting on a says,
the niggers of the war with niggers of the field- you see it comin?

The joke is that they seem to think free,
and that a nigger that he gotta be black like me, they missed the

in the middle of the farm sits the store,
but we can never off our debts no more, now can we?

Disguised in nut a business suit,
the Joker waves sitting on his

and the Riddler riddles and he twiddles and rhymes, til we're entranced by the art of his
the paperboy dutifully delivers his verse, but the relieved him of his purse

Tell me just how mean that a can be,
we're forced to call it cruelty
methinks mean

the will be made to suffer the most,
on their they accept the host
on tongues

the of everyday,
will not be in any way
to say

but let it be they are not in vain,
there be many strikes before the beast is slain
on

and the Joker's comes in all Christ, a beautiful diamond, an elaborate heist
and all he takes will to be relearned, just another trick that the joker turned