Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Dirt

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

The whiskers on his tells him
in, and then
Through the paste and the
Sees an image without

He's a broom of a
An in parenthesis
So infected disease of yellow dirt
Down in his

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

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

He's a sandwich of a
An all personality
So infected with disease of dirt
in his soul

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

He saw a captain way
Off in some situation
That would have made his father
He laughs out

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