Luyện nghe bài hát The King is Dead Boring

The king on his raiment
And the royal scene
And tries to put his on
The of all his ennui

But when something goes, gone, you know
Starts at the top, down
Just check out the faded
Beneath his rusted

waiting for impeachment
But they see the day
The queen can't give him any
The is he's to blame

So he beheads her for fun
And now quoting Nietzsche
When think that he would have known
She was his one redeeming

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

He used to be a Don
Now just the royal slut
knocking up the servant girls
And he's waking up

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

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

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

He used to be so
So out of all our
But now it's all he can do
To zip up his

If only he make excuses
Engage us somehow
But effort is so out of
And not allowed

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

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