Luyện nghe bài hát Dogs

You got to be crazy, you gotta a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes and you're on the streets
You gotta be able to pick out the meat
With your eyes
Then moving in silently, down wind and out of
You gotta strike when the moment is right without

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

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

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

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
creeping malaise
If I stand my own ground
How can I find my way out of maze?

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

Who was born in a full of pain?
Who was not to spit in the fan?
Who was told what to do by the
Who was broken by trained
Who was fitted with and chain?
Who was given a pat on the

Who was breaking away the pack?
Who was only a at home?
Who was ground in the end?
Who was dead on the phone?
Who was down by the stone?
Who was down by the stone?