🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

 You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a  need
  gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
 You gotta  able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
 And  moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
 You gotta strike when the moment is right  thinking.
 And  a while, you can work on points for style
 Like the club tie, and the  handshake
  certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
 You have to be trusted by the people that  lie to
 So  when they turn their backs on you
  get the chance to put the knife in.
 You gotta keep one eye looking over  shoulder
 You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder  you get older
 And in the end you'll  up, fly down south
 Hide your head in  sand
 Just  sad old man
 All alone  dying of cancer.
 And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have 
 And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows  turns to stone
 And it's too late to loose the  you used to need to throw around
 So have a good drown, as you go down, all 
 Dragged down by  stone.
 I gotta admit  I'm a little bit confused
 Sometimes it  to me as if I'm just being used
 Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake  this creeping malaise
 If I don't  my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
 Deaf, dumb, and blind, you  keep on pretending
 That everyone's expendable and no-one  a real friend
 And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate  winner
  everythings done under the sun
 And  believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
 Who was born in  house full of pain
 Who was trained not to spit in  fan
 Who  told what to do by the man
 Who was broken  trained personnel
 Who was fitted with collar  chain
 Who  given a pat on the back
 Who  breaking away from the pack
 Who was  a stranger at home
 Who was ground down in the 
  was found dead on the phone
 Who was dragged down by the