🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

 You gotta be crazy, you gotta have  real need
 You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the 
 You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes 
 And then moving in silently, down wind and  of sight
 You gotta strike when  moment is right without thinking.
 And after a while, you can  on points for style
 Like the club  and the firm handshake
 A certain look in the  and an easy smile
 You have to  trusted by the people that you lie to
  that when they turn their backs on you
 You'll get the chance to put the knife 
 You gotta keep one eye  over your shoulder
 You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder  you get older
  in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
 Hide your head  the sand
 Just another  old man
 All alone and dying of 
  when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
 And as the fear  the bad blood slows and turns to stone
 And it's too  to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
 So have a good drown,  you go down, all alone
 Dragged  by the stone.
 I  admit that I'm a little bit confused
 Sometimes it seems  me as if I'm just being used
 Gotta stay awake,  try and shake off this creeping malaise
 If I don't  my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
  dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
 That  expendable and no-one has a real friend
 And it seems to  the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
 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 what to do by the 
 Who was broken by trained 
 Who  fitted with collar and chain
 Who  given a pat on the back
 Who was  away from the pack
 Who was  a stranger at home
 Who  ground down in the end
 Who was found  on the phone
 Who was dragged down  the stone.