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, never did what I said I do
go away...this hiccup is gonna last the party is through.
Leave me swinging in the breeze, lice and fleas.
I admit I I don't know the words.
Cut down in our prime, for dead before our time,
thanks for looking out for me, just save 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 fucked up, but I don't got a to confess.

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

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