Luyện nghe bài hát They Know Me

He slips in through the back
and himself to the patients' medicine.
And he likes to important.
And he looks like he's impotent.
And each tale that he tells of the lives that saved
is a spade full of dirt as he's his grave.
And the deep blackened hollow he's patched with a
is the happiness he's had, and he says,
"It's all right, they me here.
It's all right, they me, they know me."
His flames are yesterdays
and his belly's the sail that him
the rocks.
And you know that even the Don Quixote would
call him a mile for a windmill.
And each Sunday that passes he's rid of his
and he's to do them all over again.
And God be mad for the money he stole,
he put some in the bowl.
And he says......
Soon the moment that all souls await,
as sure as St. Peter will padlock the gate.
But deep in his wallet's a shiny new
so, he turns and he and says......
Devils, for liars, put brands on the
and everyone burns with glowing, red name on it.
Finally, you've come to a place where
you well.