Luyện nghe bài hát Back O' The Moon

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

one rare and odd style of living
Part known to the everybody Jenny
A where's the end parade
Of the sort people here would think

Tonight upon the brine of a Luna Sea
Far off we on to back o' the moon

Jenny, Jenny you know the days I've tried
Telling tales so to maybe amuse
Oh, your is never giddy if you smile, I'm delighted
But rather pout such a lazy child
You dare fold arms, tisk and say that I lie

There's one rare and odd of thinking
Part only known to the everybody,
The small and giant leap takers
Got the head in the race toward it

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

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

Jenny, you don't know the nights I hide
Below a second story room to whistle you
Oh, the man who's let to divvy up, time is a
He's got a silver coin, it shine for hours
While you it away

There's one and odd style of living
Part only to the everybody Jenny
Out of tin ships jump the head boys
To push their flags powdered soils and cry
No placers

No smart looking geese in
Dance with pigs in high trousers
No milk pail for the farmer's
No merry towns of sweet houses

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