Luyện nghe bài hát Man In Black

Well, you wonder why I always in black,
Why you never see bright on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a tone.
Well, a reason for the things that I have on.

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

I wear the black for those who read,
Or listened to the words Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking to you and me.

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

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

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

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

Ah, I'd love to wear a every day,
And tell the world that OK,
But try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black