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 hiccup is gonna till the party is through.
Leave me swinging in the breeze, with and fleas.
I admit I I don't know the words.
Cut in our prime, left for dead before our time,
thanks for looking out for me, just save philosophy, oh yeah...

I'm on a point shave,
told 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 un-impress all the who can bless.
Go away...I fucked up, but I don't got a to confess.

Old friends to see...
Congratulate our poverty, they all 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 cause we sensing the catastrophe.
Blame me when the psychic the plot.
will you talk to me?
Or will you cut out right before seen?
Caught up in your silly scheme, in a happy dream...
where we get what we want.
Where we both get we want.
Where we both get we want.
blood...