Luyện nghe bài hát The Shirt

As I walked into the store
I saw a second-hand hangin' up by the door
The collar was frayed, was a stain on the cuff
by ketchup or blood or some such stuff
It made of polyester or nylon
The label said "made in the uk" so I it on
And I looked in the and declared
"i like this shirt, I 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 that counts
But you can't good taste on the expense account
And if design or makes you a hero
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 taken more care
I was to kill, I felt so debonair
Wild expectations, air
Then I walked into that bar, she was standing
I walked with all my savoir fair
And she "you're a smart looking dude
But your character's ugly, it with my shoes
And i, I stand your attitude"

I it was leading to a romantic interlude
I my conquest was made
But I was stunned by the
Of her
I spent a good thirty on this babe
Like the I was wearing

This romantic affair was not destined to
The harder I tried, the she laughed
I was reduced to despair, my emotions laid
She I was hurt, made 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 jackals and all the scavengers of
I was strutting with my chest stuck out
Like a preparing to get laid
Thought I looked but she put me down
She said "you look like a on a circus parade"
the shirt has class, it looks well made
She was a babe of the degree
She was fantabulous
Like a goddess greece and yet
The epitome of the century femininity
She was in her own
She was for me, it was destiny
adam and eve, synchronisity
She out the testosterone in me

Last I saw that babe she was smiling 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
of passion, you should plead 'insane'
You say you wouldn't lie, but we've blown your alibi
We've found your shirt and got a blood stain"

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