Luyện nghe bài hát The Shirt

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

not the label on the shirt that you wear
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 all highbrow but still be an emotional zero
But I "it's not the shirt you wear
It's the way that you it"

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

I it was leading to a romantic interlude
I thought my was made
But I was stunned by the
Of her
I a good thirty bucks on this babe
Like the shirt I was

This romantic was not destined to last
The harder I tried, the louder she
I was reduced to despair, my laid bare
She I was hurt, made me feel like a jerk
I was humbled, humiliated,
My dragged through the dirt
Then thrown in the air to be by the lions
The vultures, the jackals and all the scavengers of
I was around with my chest stuck out
Like a peacock 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 looks well
She was a of the first 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 and eve, synchronisity
She out the testosterone in me

Last time I saw that babe she was contentedly
Now I'm on this 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
Crime of passion, you should plead
You say you wouldn't lie, but we've just blown your
We've found your shirt and got a blood stain"

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