Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Couldn't Cry

There was a man and he couldn't cry (yeah)
He hadn't cried for and for years
Napalmed babies, movie Stories
For could not produce tears
As a child he had cried as all will
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 that he got from his job
his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore
Ah, but still not a or sob

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

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

In he was beaten, bullied and buggered
And made to make plates
Water and was all he was fed
But not once did a stain his face

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

They all agreed sure this is no cream puff
But in fact a insensitive

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

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

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

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

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

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