🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

 You gotta be crazy, you gotta  a real 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 then moving in  down wind and out of sight
 You  strike when the moment is right without thinking.
  after a while, you can work on points for style
 Like the club tie,  the firm handshake
  certain look in the eye, 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 looking  your shoulder
 You know it's  to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
 And in  end you'll pack up, fly down south
 Hide your head  the sand
  another sad old man
 All alone and  of cancer.
 And when you  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  good drown, as you go down, all alone
 Dragged  by the stone.
 I gotta  that I'm a little bit confused
 Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just  used
 Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping 
 If I don't stand my own ground,  can I find my way out of this maze?
 Deaf, dumb, and blind,  just keep on pretending
 That everyone's  and no-one has a real friend
 And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate  winner
 And everythings done under the 
  you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
  was born in a house full of pain
 Who was trained not to spit in the 
 Who was  what to do by the man
 Who was  by trained personnel
 Who  fitted with collar and chain
  was given a pat on the back
 Who  breaking away from the pack
 Who was only a stranger  home
 Who was ground down  the end
 Who was found  on the phone
 Who was  down by the stone.