Luyện nghe bài hát The Shirt

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

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

I was looking for danger, I should have 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 all my savoir fair
And she said "you're a smart looking
But your character's ugly, it with my shoes
And i, I stand your attitude"

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

This romantic was not destined to last
The I tried, the louder she laughed
I was reduced to despair, my emotions laid
She knew I was hurt, made me like a jerk
I was humbled, humiliated,
My masculinity through the dirt
thrown in the air to be devoured by the lions
The vultures, the jackals and all the of love
I was strutting around with my stuck out
Like a preparing to get laid
Thought I looked but she put me down
She said "you like a clown on a circus parade"
Still the shirt has class, it well made
She was a babe of the degree
She was totally
Like a from greece and yet
The of the 20th century femininity
She was in her own
She was meant for me, it was
Like and eve, synchronisity
She brought out the in me

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

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