Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Couldn't Cry

There was a man and he couldn't cry (yeah)
He cried for years and for years
Napalmed babies, movie Stories
For instance could not produce
As a child he had cried as all children
Then at point his tear ducts all ran dry
to be a man, it all hit the fan
Things got bad, but he cry

His dog got ran over, his up and left him
After he got sacked from his job
his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore
Ah, but still not a or sob

Well, his was refused, his movie was panned
His big Broadway show was a

He got sent off to you guessed it, no bail
Oh, but still not a or a drop

In jail he was beaten, and buggered
And made to license plates
Water and was all he was fed
But not did a tear stain his face

Doctors were in, scientists, too
Theologians last and practically least

They all agreed sure enough; this is no puff
But in fact a beast

He was taken from the jail and placed in a
For the and the insane
He made a lot of friends and he a lot of chess
And he cried every time it rain

Once it rained forty days and it forty nights
And he and he cried and he cried and he cried

On the day, he passed away
He dehydrated and died

He up to heaven, located his dog
that, he rejoined his arm
Below, all the critics, they took it all
Cancer robbed the whore of her

His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer broke
The theologians were finally out

Right down to the ground, the jail burned down
The earth suffered perpetual