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

I'm on a rail
Letting my eyes roam the plain
I'm laughing on my
Feeling like a captive on a long
Watch the people pick up
Big boss man his whip
It's serious but we to keep from crying
out the company line
Everything here's 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 me as fast as they can
He's got me in the rig
He thinks I took his gig
People say got the game rigged
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
King of the
And there, driving the big cat, of the hill

I'm in my space
Swatting bugs, sweat stains down my face
I'm not to drink
Knowing I've got to roll out of this
Watch the pick up bricks
King of the with his nightstick
up in accounting tricks
Throw a bone to the poor
Got candy, take a lick
Great white hope, bricks
Time to let us all share the
coffee for the big stick
Hand in his pants at the skin
of poisons, take your pick
Mama, mama, come quick
Felling like I'm sick
Have you any nervous 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