Luyện nghe bài hát The Shirt

As I into the charity store
I saw a second-hand shirt up by the door
The collar was frayed, there was a on the cuff
Caused by ketchup or blood or some such
It wasn't of polyester or nylon
The label "made in the uk" so I tried it on
And I looked in the mirror and
"i like this shirt, I it"

It's not the label on the shirt that you
It's the way you wear it
They say it's style and breeding and culture that
But you change good taste on the expense account
And if or fashion makes you a hero
You can all highbrow but still be an emotional zero
But I "it's not the shirt you wear
the way that you wear it"

I was looking for danger, I should have more care
I was to kill, I felt so debonair
Wild expectations, air
Then I into that bar, she was standing there
I walked over with all my savoir
And she said "you're a looking dude
But your character's ugly, it with my shoes
And i, I stand your attitude"

I assumed it was leading to a romantic
I thought my was made
But I was by the magnitude
Of her
I spent a good bucks on this babe
Like the I was wearing

This romantic affair was not to last
The I tried, the louder she laughed
I was reduced to despair, my laid bare
She knew I was hurt, me feel like a jerk
I was humbled, humiliated,
My masculinity dragged through the
Then thrown in the air to be by the lions
The vultures, the and all the scavengers of love
I was strutting around with my chest out
a peacock preparing to get laid
Thought I cool but she put me down
She said "you like a clown on a circus parade"
Still the shirt has class, it looks well
She was a of the first degree
She was fantabulous
Like a goddess greece and yet
The epitome of the 20th femininity
She was in her own
She was for me, it was destiny
Like adam and eve,
She out the testosterone in me

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

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