Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Couldn't Cry

There once was a man and he cry (yeah)
He hadn't cried for years and for
Napalmed babies, Love Stories
For could not produce tears
As a he had cried as all children will
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 jail he was beaten, bullied and
And made to make license
and bread was all he was fed
But not once did a stain his face

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

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

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

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

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

He up to heaven, located his dog
After that, he his arm
Below, all the critics, took it all back
robbed the whore of her charm

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

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