🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

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