Luyện nghe bài hát The Shirt

As I into the charity store
I saw a shirt hangin' up by the door
The collar was frayed, there was a stain on the
Caused by ketchup or blood or such stuff
It wasn't made of or nylon
The label "made in the uk" so I tried it on
And I looked in the and declared
"i like shirt, I want it"

not the label on the shirt that you wear
It's the way that you 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 highbrow but be an emotional zero
But I "it's not the shirt you wear
It's the way you wear it"

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

I assumed it was to a romantic interlude
I thought my conquest was
But I was by the magnitude
Of her
I a good thirty bucks on this babe
Like the I was wearing

romantic affair was not destined to last
The harder I tried, the louder she
I was reduced to despair, my emotions bare
She knew I was hurt, made me feel like a
I was humbled, humiliated,
My masculinity dragged through the
Then thrown in the air to be by the lions
The vultures, the jackals and all the of love
I was strutting with my chest stuck out
Like a peacock preparing to get
Thought I looked but she put me down
She said "you look a clown on a circus parade"
Still the shirt has class, it looks well
She was a babe of the degree
She was fantabulous
a goddess from greece and yet
The epitome of the 20th femininity
She was in her own
She was for me, it was destiny
Like and eve, synchronisity
She brought out the in me

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

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