Luyện nghe bài hát Sentimental Man

There is no heaven and is no hell
No limbo in-between -- I think all a lie
Just a light out to velvet black
and to neutral gray -- that's all when we die

There is no fate that our day
no spirits hard at work, no unseen at play
people talk like a given thing
I dunno they mean -- nor, I suspect, do they
I guess OK

But how do you know I'm not a sentimental
is it really so hard to see these I guess it is
I couldn't you why, I think it's right there
nobody's perfect, but I'm doing I can
and you believe I'll keep it real

I'm an old testament of guy
I like my coffee black, and my denied
even as I on every deal
I made with myself, before the ink could dry
Well I should keep one inside...

How do you know I'm not a man?
is it really so hard to that vibe? I guess it is
I couldn't tell you why, I think it's to see
certain disaster, and I really couldn't say how the fuck I could let get
so far

How do you know that I'm not biggest fan?
Can you really make that so clear? I think you can't
I don't know why you try, I it's all a game
I'm under the covers and I'm telling you good
'cos I to have some real fine dreams