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 years and for
babies, movie Love Stories
For instance not produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children
Then at some point his tear 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 from his job
Lost his arm in the war, was at by a whore
Ah, but not a sniffle or sob

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once it rained forty days and it 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 went up to heaven, his dog
that, he rejoined his arm
Below, all the critics, they it all back
Cancer robbed the of her charm

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

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