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
babies, movie Love Stories
For could not produce tears
As a he had cried as all children will
Then at some 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 wife up and him
that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in the war, was at by a whore
Ah, but still not a or sob

Well, his novel was refused, his was panned
His big Broadway was a flop

He got sent off to jail; you it, no bail
Oh, but not a dribble or a drop

In jail he was beaten, and buggered
And made to make license
and bread was all he was fed
But not once did a tear his face

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

They all sure enough; this is no cream puff
But in a insensitive beast

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

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

On the forty-first day, he passed
He dehydrated and died

He went up to heaven, his dog
that, he rejoined his arm
Below, all the critics, they it all back
robbed the whore of her charm

His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his went broke
The theologians finally found out

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