Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Dirt

He gets up morning
And he upon the floor
He to the washroom
And he up the door

The on his chin tells him
in, and then
Through the and the soap
Sees an image hope

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

He usually his spare time
Counting upon his arm
The ants the cupboard
To his add their charm

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

a sandwich of a fellow
An all personality
So infected with disease of yellow
in his soul

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

He saw himself a way
Off in kissin' situation
That have made his father proud
He out loud

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