🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

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