Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Couldn't Cry

There once was a man and he cry (yeah)
He cried for years and for years
Napalmed babies, Love Stories
For instance not produce tears
As a he had cried as all children will
Then at some 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 he got sacked 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 movie was
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 jail he was beaten, bullied and
And made to make license
Water and was all he was fed
But not did a tear stain his face

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

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

He was taken the jail and placed in a place
For the and the insane
He made a lot of friends and he a lot of chess
And he cried every time it would

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

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

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

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

down to the ground, the jail house burned down
The earth suffered drought