Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Dirt

He up every morning
And he lights upon the
He migrates to the
And he opens up the

The whiskers on his chin him
in, and then
Through the paste and the
Sees an image hope

He's a broom of a
An oddity in
So infected with of yellow dirt
in his soul

He spends his spare time
hairs upon his arm
The upon the cupboard
To his thinking add their

He never to notice
his shoes are full of lead
He's dead, through cough breathing
He is

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

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

He saw himself a way
Off in some situation
That would made his father proud
He out loud

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