🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

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