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
He's got a silver coin only lets it shine for
While you it away

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No smart looking geese in
Dance pigs in high button trousers
No milk pail for the daughter
No merry towns of sweet walled

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