Luyện nghe bài hát The Shirt

As I into the charity store
I saw a second-hand hangin' up by the door
The collar was frayed, was a stain on the cuff
Caused by or blood or some such stuff
It wasn't of polyester or nylon
The label said "made in the uk" so I it on
And I looked in the mirror and
"i like shirt, I want it"

It's not the label on the that you wear
the way that you wear it
They say it's style and and culture that counts
But you change good taste on the expense account
And if design or fashion makes you a
You can dress all but still be an emotional zero
But I declare "it's not the you wear
the way that you wear it"

I was looking for danger, I should have taken care
I was dressed to kill, I felt so
Wild expectations, air
Then I walked that bar, she was standing there
I walked over with all my fair
And she said "you're a looking dude
But your ugly, it clashes with my shoes
And i, I can't stand attitude"

I assumed it was leading to a romantic
I thought my conquest was
But I was stunned by the
Of her
I spent a good thirty bucks on babe
Like the I was wearing

This romantic was not destined to last
The harder I tried, the louder she
I was reduced to despair, my laid bare
She knew I was hurt, made me feel like a
I was humbled, humiliated,
My masculinity through the dirt
Then in the air to be devoured by the lions
The vultures, the jackals and all the scavengers of
I was strutting with my chest stuck out
Like a preparing to get laid
Thought I looked but she put me down
She "you look like a clown on a circus parade"
Still the shirt has class, it looks well
She was a of the first degree
She was totally
a goddess from greece and yet
The epitome of the century femininity
She was in her own
She was meant for me, it was
Like adam and eve,
She out the testosterone in me

Last time I saw that she was smiling contentedly
Now I'm trapped on this murder rap, a identity
It me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
Now this cop says "it's up to you, row or solitude
Crime of passion, you should plead
You say you wouldn't lie, but just blown your alibi
We've found your shirt and got a blood stain"

It was the you were wearing
It was the shirt you were