Luyện nghe bài hát Trim Yourself To Fit The World

Each time the Lord makes a man
He always the mold
So it sure does raise a
For that in my soul

When phony carbon copy says
I'm the black sheep of the
Well, this is what I 'em
When I 'em where to go

If you trim to fit the world
There be nothin' left
Just a little here and a there
Till you won't yourself

be a pile of shavings
When they put you in your
If you trim to fit the world
You'll whittle yourself

I could to fit his world
But I ain't that kind
Some sell soul for the easy road
The always buying

And I can't count the ones known
Who right into line
Now walk around with their heads hung down
They got no of mind

If you trim yourself to fit the
won't be nothin' left
Just a little and a little there
you won't know yourself

You'll be a pile of
When they put you in grave
If you yourself to fit the world
You'll whittle yourself

So before you sign that dotted
Or do something that you'd not
Before you your stand
Friend, let me tell you

Don't let the crowd get so
You can't your conscience speak
I'm to bet that you'll soon regret
That you sold so cheap

If you yourself to fit the world
There be nothin' left
a little here and a little there
Till you won't yourself

be a pile of shavings
When they put you in grave
If you trim yourself to fit the
You'll whittle yourself
If you trim to fit the world
You'll whittle yourself