Luyện nghe bài hát Back O' The Moon

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

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

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

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

There's one rare and odd of thinking
only known to the everybody, Jenny
The small step and leap takers
Got the head 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 but not meant to envy you
When your age was mine, things were sworn true
would come and calendar pages had
New printed on their opposite sides

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

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

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

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