Luyện nghe bài hát Dogs

You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real
You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the
You gotta be to pick out the easy meat
With eyes closed
Then moving in silently, down wind and out of
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 firm
A look in the eye, an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the that you lie to
So that when they their backs on you
get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your
You know it's going to get
Harder, as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up, fly down
Hide your 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 and turns to stone
And too late to lose the weight
You to need to throw around
So have a drown as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the

I gotta that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being
Gotta stay gotta try and shake off
creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own
How can I find my way out of maze?

Deaf, dumb and blind, you just 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 believe at heart, a killer

Who was born in a full of pain?
Who was trained not to in the fan?
Who was what to do by the man?
Who was by trained personnel?
Who was with collar and chain?
Who was a pat on the back?

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