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

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

I'm watching the man
Talking to his sister the dirty hands
sit, cussing at the rules
Wishing they could me as fast as they can
got me in the roughest rig
He thinks I took his gig
People say they've got the game
His daddy gave him
A job and a house and his
Why does he think I'm so threatening, so bad
And up, up in the big
of the hill
And there, the big cat, king of the hill

I'm in my space
Swatting bugs, sweat rolling down my face
I'm not to drink
I've got to roll out of this place
Watch the pick up bricks
of the hill with his nightstick
Caught up in tricks
Throw a bone to the poor
Got some candy, a lick
Great white hope, shooting
Time to let us all share the
Getting for the big stick
in his pants at the skin flick
Lots of poisons, take pick
Mama, mama, come quick
like I'm getting sick
Have you noticeed any tics
Think I'd take care of myself
And up, up in the big
of the hill
And there, the big cat
of the hill