Luyện nghe bài hát Trim Yourself To Fit The World

Each the good Lord makes a man
He breaks the mold
So it sure does raise a
For that rebel in my

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

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

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

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

And I count the ones I've known
Who fell right into
Now they walk around their heads hung down
got no piece of mind

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

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

So before you that dotted line
Or do something that rather not
you compromise your stand
Friend, let me tell you

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

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

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