🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

 You gotta be  you gotta have a real need
 You gotta sleep on your toes, and  you're on the street
 You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes 
 And then moving in silently, down wind and out of 
 You gotta strike when the  is right without thinking.
 And after a while, you can work  points for style
 Like the club tie, and the  handshake
 A certain look in  eye, and an easy smile
  have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
 So that when they  their backs on you
 You'll get the chance to put the  in.
 You gotta keep one eye looking over  shoulder
 You know it's going to  harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
 And in the end you'll pack  fly down south
 Hide your head in  sand
 Just another  old man
 All alone and dying of 
 And when you loose  you'll reap the harvest you have sown
 And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows  turns to stone
 And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to  around
 So have a good drown, as you go down, all 
 Dragged down  the stone.
  gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
 Sometimes it seems to me  if I'm just being used
  stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
 If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find  way out of this maze?
 Deaf, dumb,  blind, you just keep on pretending
 That everyone's expendable and no-one has a  friend
 And it seems to you  thing to do would be to isolate the winner
 And everythings done under the 
  you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
  was born in a house full of pain
 Who was trained not to spit in  fan
  was told what to do by the man
 Who was  by trained personnel
 Who was fitted with collar  chain
 Who  given a pat on the back
 Who was breaking away from the 
 Who was only a stranger at 
 Who was ground down  the end
 Who was found  on the phone
 Who was dragged down  the stone.