🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

 You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real 
 You  sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
 You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with  eyes closed
 And then moving in  down wind and out of sight
 You gotta strike when the moment is right without 
  after a while, you can work on points for style
  the club tie, and the firm handshake
 A certain look in  eye, and an easy smile
 You have to be trusted by the  that you lie to
 So that when they turn  backs on you
 You'll get the  to put the knife in.
 You gotta  one eye looking over your shoulder
 You  it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
  in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
 Hide your head in  sand
 Just  sad old man
 All alone and dying of 
 And when  loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
 And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns  stone
 And it's too late  loose the weight you used to need to throw around
 So have a good drown, as you go down,  alone
 Dragged  by the stone.
 I gotta admit that I'm a  bit confused
 Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm  being used
 Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake  this creeping malaise
 If I don't stand my  ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
 Deaf,  and blind, you just keep on pretending
 That everyone's expendable and no-one  a real friend
 And it seems to you the thing to do  be to isolate the winner
 And everythings done under the 
 And you believe  heart, everyone's a killer.
 Who was born  a house full of pain
 Who was  not to spit in the fan
 Who was told what  do by the man
  was broken by trained personnel
 Who was fitted with  and chain
 Who was given a pat on the 
 Who was breaking away from  pack
 Who  only a stranger at home
 Who was ground down  the end
 Who was  dead on the phone
 Who was dragged  by the stone.