Luyện nghe bài hát The King is Dead Boring

The puts 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 out the faded bodywork
Beneath his crown

They're waiting for
But they see the day
The queen can't him any heirs
The is he's to blame

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If he could make excuses
Engage with us
But is so out of place
And not allowed

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

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