Luyện nghe bài hát Dogs

You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real
You gotta sleep on your and when you're on the streets
You gotta be able to pick out the easy
With your closed
moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right thinking

And after a while, you can work on for style
Like the club tie and the handshake
A look in the eye, an easy smile
You to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So when they turn their backs on you
get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over shoulder
You know it's going to get
Harder, as you get older
And in the end you'll up, fly down south
Hide head in the sand
another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer

And you lose control you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to
And it's too to lose the weight
You to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you go all alone
Dragged by the stone

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit
it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay gotta try and shake off
This malaise
If I stand my own ground
How can I find my way out of this

Deaf, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real
And it seems to you the to do
Would be to the winner
And everything's under the sun
And you at heart, everyone's a killer

Who was in a house full of pain?
Who was trained not to in the fan?
Who was told to do by the man?
Who was broken by personnel?
Who was fitted with collar and
Who was a pat on the back?

Who was away from the pack?
Who was only a at home?
Who was down in the end?
Who was found dead on the
Who was dragged by the stone?
Who was down by the stone?