Luyện nghe bài hát The Shirt

As I walked the charity store
I saw a shirt hangin' up by the door
The collar was frayed, was a stain on the cuff
Caused by ketchup or blood or some stuff
It wasn't of polyester or nylon
The said "made in the uk" so I tried it on
And I in the mirror and declared
"i like this shirt, I it"

It's not the on the shirt that you wear
the way that you wear it
They say it's style and breeding and that counts
But you can't change good taste on the expense
And if design or fashion you a hero
You can dress all highbrow but still be an zero
But I declare "it's not the you wear
It's the way that you it"

I was looking for danger, I have taken more care
I was dressed to kill, I so debonair
expectations, arrogant air
Then I walked into that bar, she was there
I walked over with all my fair
And she "you're a smart looking dude
But character's ugly, it clashes with my shoes
And i, I can't your attitude"

I assumed it was to a romantic interlude
I my conquest was made
But I was by the magnitude
Of her
I spent a good thirty bucks on this
Like the shirt I was

romantic affair was not destined to last
The I tried, the louder she laughed
I was reduced to despair, my emotions bare
She knew I was hurt, me feel like a jerk
I was humbled, humiliated,
My masculinity dragged the dirt
Then thrown in the air to be by the lions
The vultures, the and all the scavengers of love
I was strutting with my chest stuck out
a peacock preparing to get laid
Thought I looked cool but she put me
She said "you like a clown on a circus parade"
the shirt has class, it looks well made
She was a babe of the degree
She was fantabulous
Like a goddess from and yet
The epitome of the century femininity
She was in her own
She was for me, it was destiny
Like adam and eve,
She brought out the in me

time I saw that babe she was smiling contentedly
Now I'm on this murder rap, a mistaken identity
It wasn't me, it me, it wasn't me
Now cop says "it's up to you, death row or solitude
of passion, you should plead 'insane'
You say you lie, but we've just blown your alibi
We've found your shirt and got a blood stain"

It was the shirt you wearing
It was the shirt you were