Luyện nghe bài hát Dogs

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

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

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

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

I gotta admit that I'm a bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being
Gotta stay awake try and shake off
This 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 real
And it to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the
And done 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 to do by the man?
Who was broken by personnel?
Who was fitted with collar and
Who was given a pat on the

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