Luyện nghe bài hát The King is Dead Boring

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

But something goes, it's gone, you know
Starts at the top, spreads
Just check out the bodywork
Beneath his crown

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

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

But the king dead, the king's dead boring
That's the song that the millions
You name it, he's lost it, well he lacks
The king is dead

He used to be a Don
Now he's just the slut
He's up the servant girls
And he's up half-cut

He a chance to win us back
But gives some old spiel
And all they see is the
Of his former

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

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

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

If only he could make
with us somehow
But is so out of place
And failure's not

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

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