🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

 You gotta be crazy,  gotta have a real need
 You gotta sleep on your  and when you're on the street
 You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with  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 on points  style
 Like the club  and the firm handshake
 A certain look  the eye, and an easy smile
 You have to  trusted by the people that you lie to
 So that when they  their backs on you
 You'll get the chance to put  knife in.
  gotta keep one 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  head in the sand
  another sad old man
 All alone and dying  cancer.
 And when you loose control, you'll reap the  you have sown
 And as  fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
  it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
 So have a good drown,  you go down, all alone
 Dragged down  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 try and shake  this creeping malaise
 If I don't stand my own ground, how can I  my way out of this maze?
 Deaf, dumb, and  you just keep on pretending
 That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real 
 And it seems to you  thing to do would be to isolate the winner
 And everythings  under the sun
 And you believe at heart, everyone's  killer.
 Who was born in a house full of 
 Who was trained not  spit in the fan
 Who was told what to do by the 
 Who was broken  trained personnel
 Who was fitted  collar and chain
 Who  given a pat on the back
 Who was breaking  from the pack
  was only a stranger at home
 Who was ground down  the end
 Who was found dead  the phone
  was dragged down by the stone.