🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

 You  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 the easy  with your eyes closed
 And then moving in silently, down wind and out  sight
 You  strike when the moment is right without thinking.
 And after a while, you  work on points for style
 Like the club tie,  the firm handshake
 A certain look in  eye, and an easy smile
  have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
 So that  they turn their backs on you
  get the chance to put the knife in.
 You gotta keep one eye  over your shoulder
 You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as  get older
 And in the end you'll pack up,  down south
 Hide your head in the 
 Just another sad old 
 All  and dying of cancer.
 And when  loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
 And as the  grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
 And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need  throw around
 So have a good drown, as you  down, all alone
 Dragged down  the stone.
 I gotta admit that I'm a little  confused
 Sometimes it seems to me  if I'm just being used
 Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this  malaise
 If I don't stand my  ground, how can I find 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 the thing to do would be  isolate the winner
  everythings done under the sun
 And  believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
 Who was born in a house full  pain
 Who  trained not to spit in the fan
 Who was told what to do by the 
 Who was broken  trained personnel
 Who was fitted with  and chain
 Who was given a pat on  back
 Who was breaking away  the pack
 Who was only  stranger at home
 Who  ground down in the end
 Who was found dead on the 
 Who was dragged down by the