Luyện nghe bài hát The Prisoner

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

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

He wonders why his landscape looks so
Burger are home on the range
An empty falling from his hand
He understand

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

A cork the door to other lands
Of won and destinies in hand
A half remembered of liquid dreams
Where things what they seem

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

A naked dressed in shirt and jeans

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

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