🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dogs - Pink Floyd

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