🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

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