Luyện nghe bài hát The Shirt

As I into the charity store
I saw a second-hand shirt hangin' up by the
The collar was frayed, there was a on the cuff
Caused by ketchup or or some such stuff
It made of polyester or nylon
The said "made in the uk" so I tried it on
And I looked in the mirror and
"i this shirt, I want 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 can't good taste on the expense account
And if design or fashion makes you a
You can dress all highbrow but still be an emotional
But I declare "it's not the shirt you
the way that you wear it"

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

I assumed it was to a romantic interlude
I thought my conquest was
But I was stunned by the
Of her
I spent a good thirty bucks on babe
the shirt I was wearing

This romantic affair was not destined to
The harder I tried, the she laughed
I was to despair, my emotions laid bare
She knew I was hurt, me feel like a jerk
I was humbled, humiliated,
My dragged through the dirt
thrown in the air to be devoured by the lions
The vultures, the and all the scavengers of love
I was strutting around with my chest out
Like a peacock preparing to get
Thought I looked but she put me down
She "you look like a clown on a circus parade"
Still the shirt has class, it looks well
She was a babe of the first
She was fantabulous
Like a from greece and yet
The epitome of the century femininity
She was in her own
She was for me, it was destiny
Like and eve, synchronisity
She out the testosterone in me

Last time I saw babe she was smiling contentedly
Now I'm trapped on murder rap, a mistaken identity
It me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
Now this cop "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 it's got a stain"

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