🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

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