Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve Tone Tune / King Of The Hill

I'm leaning on a
Letting my eyes over the plain
I'm laughing on my
Feeling like a captive on a long
the people pick up sticks
Big boss man his whip
It's serious but we laugh to keep from
out the company line
Everything just fine
He says he cares about me but he's
Up, up in the big
The of the hill.

I'm the boss man
to his sister with the dirty hands
They sit, at the rules
Wishing they could lose me as fast as can
He's got me in the rig
He thinks I his brother's gig
say they've got the game rigged
His daddy gave him
A job and a house and his
Why does he that I'm so threatening, so bad
And up, up in the big
King of the
And there, driving the big cat, king of the

I'm over in my
Swatting bugs, stains rolling down my face
I'm not to drink
Knowing got to roll out of this place
the people pick up bricks
King of the hill his nightstick
up in accounting tricks
Throw a to the poor hicks
Got some candy, a lick
Great white hope, bricks
to let us all share the wealth
Getting for the big stick
Hand in his pants at the flick
of poisons, take your pick
Mama, mama, come quick
Felling I'm getting sick
Have you noticeed any tics
Think I'd better care of myself
And up, up in the big
King of the
And there, the big cat
of the hill