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,
we're too ashamed to admit
that we it

how many roads the joker walk,
ridicule replaces talk completely

and how many clowns can a land,
before we suspect some kind of plan
is

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

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

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

in the middle of the farm sits the store,
but we can work off our debts no more, now can we?

in nothing nut a business suit,
the Joker sitting on his loot

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

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

the simple will be made to the most,
on their knees they the host
on their

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

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

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