🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

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