Luyện nghe bài hát Six Fingered Man

(Costello, Toussaint)

Man
Playing a seven-string
are Seven Deadly Sins
Any one of can do you in
Take what you from what you win
It's enough

Man
Always the first to blow his
His multiply
Pity half of them to be lies
Always to advertise
It's never

He seems so
With a reputation to
Unless he thinks that you're more
Gets so of his own affection
Stares for hours at his

Long-legged gal walking a very man
They say that it should be
Must be something he has
Take you want from what you're given
Oh, it's enough

Man
Shaking his fist at
Couldn't act his age
If you put him on a
You might say all the rage
But never enough

Getting his prints on
He's got gems
in his signet ring
Needs his fingers and his
To him calculate his sums

Man
Can't be bothered to himself
Sleeps the whole day or more
of someone he adores
Drains one and starts to pour
Oh, it's enough
Oh, it's never
Oh, never enough

Man Alive!
How'd I ever get along with