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

I'm on a rail
Letting my eyes roam over the
I'm on my break
Feeling a captive on a long chain
the people pick up sticks
Big boss man his whip
It's but we laugh to keep from crying
Spouting out the company
here's 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
Talking to his sister with the hands
They sit, cussing at the
Wishing they could lose me as as they can
got me in the roughest rig
He thinks I took his gig
People say got the game rigged
His daddy him everything
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, driving the big cat, of the hill

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