Luyện nghe bài hát Back O' The Moon

Jenny, Jenny you don't know the nights I
Below a second story room to you down
The man who's let to divvy up, is a miser
He's got a coin only lets it shine for hours
While you it away

There's one rare and odd of living
Part only known to the Jenny
A comical where's the end
Of the sort here would think unusual

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

Jenny, Jenny you don't know the days I've
Telling backyard tales so to maybe
Oh, your mood is never if you smile, I'm delighted
But you'd rather pout such a child
You dare fold arms, tisk and say that I lie

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

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

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

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

one rare and odd style of living
Part only known to the everybody
Out of tin jump the bubble head boys
To push their flags into soils and cry
No placers

No smart geese in bonnets
Dance pigs in high button trousers
No pail for the farmer's daughter
No towns of sweet walled houses

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