Luyện nghe bài hát The Prisoner

A misfit, who is old before his
has turned him to crime
Boredom gives him too much to think
He pours another

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

He wonders why his landscape so strange?
Burger bars are home on the
An empty bottle falling his hand
He understand

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

A cork unlocks the to other lands
Of battles won and in hand
A half remembered state of dreams
Where things what they seem

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

A naked dressed in shirt and jeans

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

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