Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Couldn't Cry

There was a man and he couldn't cry (yeah)
He cried for years and for years
Napalmed babies, movie Love
For instance not produce tears
As a child he had as all children will
at some point his tear ducts all ran dry
to be a man, it all hit the fan
Things got bad, but he cry

His dog got ran over, his up and left him
After that he got sacked his job
Lost his arm in the war, was at by a whore
Ah, but not a sniffle or sob

Well, his novel was refused, his movie was
His big Broadway was a flop

He got sent off to jail; you it, no bail
Oh, but not a dribble or a drop

In jail he was beaten, bullied and
And made to make license
and bread was all he was fed
But not did a tear stain his face

Doctors called in, scientists, too
Theologians were last and least

all agreed sure enough; this is no cream puff
But in fact a beast

He was taken the jail and placed in a place
For the insensitive and the
He made a lot of friends and he played a lot of
And he cried every time it rain

it rained forty days and it rained forty nights
And he cried and he cried and he cried and he

On the forty-first day, he away
He dehydrated and died

He up to heaven, located his dog
that, he rejoined his arm
Below, all the critics, took it all back
Cancer the whore of her charm

His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer broke
The were finally found out

Right to the ground, the jail house burned down
The earth perpetual drought