Luyện nghe bài hát Wordmule

Your world is in flames there even a name
For the feelings you feel as you it all burn.
There's a in the distance, she's calling your name,
But the name that she's calling is not name, she calls:

The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But he's the field
The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But he's plowing the

And you can't on that water, I know 'cause I tried.
our spider web-thinking, it's just too heavy with holes.
And our they are made up of red georgia clay,
We think we know everything, but man we know:

The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But plowing the field
The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But he's the field here come the word-mule!

My friends,
Look out for hustlers for for shysters,
Them saints who pretend to do good,
'Cause they're geeks biting chicken-heads off with their witty rejoinders ain't nothing but greasy fast food for:

The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But he's the field
The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But he's the field