Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Dirt

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

The whiskers on his chin him
He's in, and
Through the paste and the
Sees an image without

He's a of a fellow
An oddity in
So infected with disease of dirt
in his soul

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

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

a sandwich of a fellow
An all spread
So with disease of yellow dirt
in his soul

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

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

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