Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Dirt

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

The whiskers on his tells him
He's in, and
Through the and the soap
Sees an without hope

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

He usually spends his time
Counting hairs his arm
The upon the cupboard
To his add their charm

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

He's a of a fellow
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 split seconds
He did reach and take a

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

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