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, Love Stories
For could not produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children
at some 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 wife up and him
After that he got sacked his job
Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a
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 you guessed it, no bail
Oh, but still not a dribble or a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right down to the ground, the jail house down
The earth perpetual drought