Luyện nghe bài hát The King is Dead Boring

The king on his raiment
And surveys the scene
And to put his finger on
The source of all his

But when something goes, gone, you know
Starts at the top, spreads
check out the faded bodywork
Beneath his crown

They're for impeachment
But they see the day
The can't give him any heirs
The word is he's to

So he her just for fun
And now quoting Nietzsche
When you'd think that he would known
She was his one redeeming

But the isn't dead, the king's dead boring
That's the song the millions sing
You name it, he's lost it, well he everything
The king is dead

He to be a Don Juan
Now just the royal slut
knocking up the servant girls
And waking up half-cut

He gets a to win us back
But them some old spiel
And all they see is the
Of his sex-appeal

But the isn't dead, the king's dead boring
That's the that his millions sing
You name it, he's it, he lacks everything
The king is boring

They used to sing, Long live the
He was the man everything
But now they shout, Get dull bastard out
Get dull bastard out

He to be so Carnaby
So out of all our
But now all that he can do
To zip up his

If he could make excuses
Engage us somehow
But effort is so out of
And failure's not

Because the isn't dead, the king's dead boring
That's the song the millions sing
You name it, he's lost it, he lacks
No the king dead

The king's boring
That's the song that the sing
You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything
Well he lacks everything, the king's boring