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

I'm on a rail
my eyes roam over the plain
I'm on my break
Feeling like a captive on a chain
the people pick up sticks
Big man cracks his whip
It's serious but we laugh to from crying
Spouting out the line
here's just fine
He says he cares about me but lying
Up, up in the big
The of the hill.

I'm the boss man
Talking to his with the dirty hands
sit, cussing at the rules
Wishing they could me as fast as they can
He's got me in the rig
He I took his brother's gig
People say they've got the rigged
His daddy him everything
A job and a house and his
Why he think 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 in my space
Swatting bugs, sweat stains rolling my face
I'm trying not to
Knowing I've got to roll out of this
Watch the pick up bricks
King of the with his nightstick
Caught up in accounting
Throw a bone to the hicks
Got some candy, a lick
Great hope, shooting bricks
Time to let us all the wealth
Getting coffee for the big
Hand in his pants at the skin
of poisons, take your pick
Mama, mama, mama quick
Felling I'm getting sick
you noticeed any nervous tics
Think I'd better take of myself
And up, up in the big
King of the
And there, the big cat
of the hill