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 instance not produce tears
As a child he had as all children will
Then at 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
that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a
Ah, but not a sniffle or sob

Well, his was refused, his movie was panned
His big Broadway 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 license plates
and bread was all he was fed
But not did a tear stain his face

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

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

He was taken from the jail and 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

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

On the day, he passed away
He dehydrated and died

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

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

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