Luyện nghe bài hát Year Of The Rooster

Nail a coffin, it shut.
Try and dig a rut
on a pay cut.
time.
for a big break.
Limbless get a shake.
Sleeping the earthquake in your mind.
Ok I messed up, did what I said I would do
go away...this is gonna last till the party is through.
Leave me swinging in the breeze, with and fleas.
I admit I forget I don't the words.
Cut down in our prime, for dead before our time,
thanks for looking out for me, just your philosophy, oh yeah...

I'm on a point shave,
getting to behave.
Try and be a slave,
tight.
Guessing a no go.
for the say so.
Getting to law-low....
ditch, headlights.
Ok...try not to all the monks who can bless.
Go away...I up, but I don't got a thing to confess.

Old friends to see...
Congratulate our poverty, all know the words!
say I disappear,
call it a day, it a year.
What will all the neighbours
The press have a field day.

I said baby, she a tear we sensing the catastrophe.
Blame me when the psychic the plot.
Baby you talk to me?
Or will you cut out right before you're
Caught up in silly scheme, crying in a happy dream...
where we both get we want.
Where we both get we want.
Where we get what we want.
blood...