Luyện nghe bài hát The Man In the Van

by Robin

His told me everything
She had reason to lie
Down in the laundromant
his life was tumbling dry
Born to be a
With to attack
They put in his coffee
And a t-shirt on his
And they it with a pen
Now they've got him in
And he'll never again

Nothing in his and
in his hand
man in the van

Out in the desert
With the blues
a suitcase full of earvax
and pencils in his
The streets full of marionettes
And their eyes blood
It was crucifixes
To the tune of Buud
to Los Cruces
To breathe magic air
They've got a few for him
When he gets

Good morning to you Dr.
Good to you if you please
There's many go begging your
While dying by degrees
The gates of hell open
There was no one there
were all out in Los Cruces
Giving their a ride
With clean white
And eyes like glass
Maybe he'll learn to take it
And let it