Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Dirt

He gets up every
And he lights the floor
He to the washroom
And he up the door

The whiskers on his chin him
in, and then
Through the and the soap
Sees an without hope

a broom of a fellow
An in parenthesis
So infected with disease of yellow
in his soul

He spends his spare time
Counting hairs his arm
The ants the cupboard
To his add their charm

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

He's a of a fellow
An all spread
So infected with of yellow dirt
Down in his

Last night a thousand stars his
To mold clay, and so
In one split anger
He did reach and a hold

He saw a captain way
Off in kissin' situation
That would have made his proud
He laughs out

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