Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Dirt

He up every morning
And he lights the floor
He migrates to the
And he up the door

The on his chin tells him
in, and then
Through the paste and the
an image without hope

He's a of a fellow
An oddity in
So with disease of yellow dirt
Down in his

He spends his spare time
hairs upon his arm
The ants upon the
To his thinking add charm

He starts to notice
That his shoes are full of
He's dead, cough labored breathing
He is

He's a sandwich of a
An all spread
So infected with of yellow dirt
in his soul

Last a thousand stars were his
To mold clay, and so
In one seconds anger
He did and take a hold

He saw a captain way
Off in some situation
That would have made his proud
He out loud

He conceals the hurt, he reveals the
The yellow dirt in his soul
The yellow dirt down in his
The yellow dirt in his soul
The dirt down in his soul