Luyện nghe bài hát The Prisoner

A misfit, who is old before his
Poverty has turned him to
Boredom gives him too time to think
He pours drink

A burning bitter taste of
A in the land of the free

He why his landscape looks so strange?
bars are home on the range
An empty bottle falling from his
He doesn't

A burning bitter of irony
A prisoner in the land of the

A cork the door to other lands
Of battles won and destinies in
A half remembered state of liquid
Where things aren't what they

A burning bitter taste of
A prisoner in the land of the

A naked savage dressed in and jeans

A bitter taste of irony
A in the land of the free

A burning bitter taste of
A prisoner in the of the free