Luyện nghe bài hát The Prisoner

A misfit, who is old before his
Poverty has him to crime
Boredom him too much time to think
He pours drink

A burning bitter of irony
A prisoner in the of the free

He wonders why his landscape looks so
Burger bars are home on the
An empty bottle from his hand
He understand

A burning bitter taste of
A prisoner in the of the free

A unlocks the door to other lands
Of won and destinies in hand
A half remembered state of dreams
Where things aren't what seem

A burning taste of irony
A prisoner in the of the free

A naked savage dressed in and jeans

A burning bitter of irony
A prisoner in the of the free

A bitter taste of irony
A in the land of the free