Luyện nghe bài hát The Rules

Legs scream at bikes and scream at trucks
And curse their lousy luck
Crossing guard's not his job
And traffic's not about to stop for the causality

Of though the rules, it's the rules

farmer's bent on the cover of Time
The screams he's all mine
So the bard isn't doing her job the night
The darkest the small quarantined thoughts

the rules, it's the rules

Salesman this vacuum's guaranteed it
Could suck an ancient from the sea
It put the dog out of a job
Could make the traffic so little thoughts can safely get across

the rules, it's the rules
Guaranteed or not it's the