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 will
Then at some point his 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 from his job
his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore
Ah, but not a sniffle or sob

Well, his was refused, his movie was panned
His big show 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
and bread was all he was fed
But not once did a tear stain his

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

They all sure enough; this is no cream puff
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

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

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

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

His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went
The were finally found out

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