Luyện nghe bài hát Trim Yourself To Fit The World

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

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

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

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

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

And I can't count the ones I've
Who fell right into
Now they walk around with their heads down
They got no piece of

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

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

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

let the crowd get so loud
You hear your conscience speak
I'm to bet that you'll soon regret
That you sold so cheap

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

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