Luyện nghe bài hát Back O' The Moon

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

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

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

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

one rare and odd style of thinking
Part known to the everybody, Jenny
The small and giant leap takers
Got the start in the race toward it

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

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

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

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

No looking geese in bonnets
Dance with in high button trousers
No milk for the farmer's daughter
No merry of sweet walled houses

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