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, there was a on the cuff
by ketchup or blood or some such stuff
It wasn't made of polyester or
The label "made in the uk" so I tried it on
And I in the mirror and declared
"i this shirt, I want it"

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

I was looking for danger, I should have taken care
I was to kill, I felt so debonair
expectations, arrogant air
Then I walked into that bar, she was there
I walked over with all my fair
And she said "you're a smart looking
But your character's ugly, it clashes my shoes
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
Like the I was wearing

This affair was not destined to last
The harder I tried, the she laughed
I was to despair, my emotions laid bare
She knew I was hurt, made me like a jerk
I was humbled, humiliated,
My masculinity dragged 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
I looked cool but she put me down
She said "you look like a on a circus parade"
Still the shirt has class, it looks made
She was a babe of the degree
She was totally
a goddess from greece and yet
The epitome of the 20th century
She was in her own
She was for me, it was destiny
Like adam and eve,
She brought out the in me

Last time I saw that babe she was contentedly
Now I'm trapped on this murder rap, a mistaken
It wasn't me, it 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 we've just blown your
We've found your and it's got a blood stain"

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