Luyện nghe bài hát Man In Black

Well, you why I always dress in black,
Why you never see colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things I have on.

I wear the for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a of the times.

I wear the black for who never read,
Or listened to the words Jesus said,
About the road to through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking to you and me.

Well, we're mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are back,
Up front there 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and old,
For the ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the who have died,
that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on side.

Well, things that never will be right I know,
And need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow day,
And tell the world everything's OK,
But I'll try to off a little darkness on my back,
'Till are brighter, I'm the Man In Black