Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Dirt

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

The whiskers on his chin him
in, and then
Through the paste and the
an image without hope

He's a of a fellow
An in parenthesis
So infected disease of yellow dirt
in his soul

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

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

He's a sandwich of a
An all personality
So infected disease of yellow dirt
Down in his

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

He saw a captain way
Off in some kissin'
That would made his father proud
He out loud

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 down in his