Luyện nghe bài hát Back O' The Moon

Jenny, Jenny you don't the nights I hide
a second story room to whistle you down
The man let to divvy up, time is a miser
got a silver coin only lets it shine for hours
While you it away

There's one and odd style of living
Part only known to the Jenny
A comical the end parade
Of the sort people here think unusual

Tonight the mock brine of a Luna Sea
Far off we sail on to o' the moon

Jenny, Jenny you know the days I've tried
Telling backyard so to maybe amuse
Oh, your mood is giddy if you smile, I'm delighted
But you'd rather pout a lazy child
You dare your arms, tisk and say that I lie

There's one rare and odd style of
Part only to the everybody, Jenny
The small step and giant takers
Got the start in the race toward it

Tonight upon the mock brine of a Sea
Far off we sail on to the back o' the

That was a sigh but not to envy you
your age was mine, some things were sworn true
Morning would and calendar pages had
New printed seasons on their opposite

Jenny, Jenny you don't know the I hide
Below a story room to whistle you down
Oh, the man let to divvy up, time is a miser
He's got a silver coin, lets it for hours
While you sleep it

There's one rare and odd of living
only known to the everybody Jenny
Out of tin ships jump the head boys
To push their flags into soils and cry
No second

No smart geese in bonnets
with pigs in high button trousers
No milk for the farmer's daughter
No merry towns of sweet houses

Here, I've found o' the moon
Not here, found back o' the moon