Luyện nghe bài hát Anger

We're at a stand-still! what she's sending,
It's not any money a man can a house with.
She's as as a cyclone!
All the go for her pleasure!
And we're at a stand-still, for what been sending
Is not any money a man can a house with.
Won't she settle down to ?
Won't she learn to save something ?
For what the feather-brain is is not any kind of money
A man can a little house with.

i

We're progress.
We have come to los
And every door is open here to extras.
We need a bit of practice
Avoiding possible pas
And what can us going straight to the top then ?

O lord, look upon our daughter,
Show her the way that leads the to thy reward.

i

If you take at injustice,
Mister big will he's offended;
If a or a blow can enrage you so
Your here is ended.
Then mind what the good book us
When it "resist not evil."
Unforgiving anger is the devil.

It took time to teach my that wrath would not do
In los angeles, the big town we came to.
Where her disapproval of injustice
Was so disapproved.
I forever told "practice self-control, anna,
For you how much it costs you if you don't."
And she and answered:

ii

Yes, I know, anna.