Luyện nghe bài hát The Prisoner

A misfit, who is old before his
has turned him to crime
Boredom gives him too much time to
He another drink

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

He why his landscape looks so strange?
bars are home on the range
An bottle falling from his hand
He understand

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

A cork the door to other lands
Of battles won and destinies in
A half state of liquid dreams
Where things what they seem

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

A naked savage dressed in shirt and

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

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