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 goes, it's gone, you know
at the top, spreads down
Just check out the faded
Beneath his rusted

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If he could make excuses
Engage 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 sing
You name it, he's lost it, he everything
No the isn't dead

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