Luyện nghe bài hát The Prisoner

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

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

He wonders why his landscape looks so
Burger bars are on the range
An empty falling from his hand
He doesn't

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

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

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

A naked savage in shirt and jeans

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

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