Luyện nghe bài hát Back O' The Moon

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

There's one rare and odd style of
only known to the everybody Jenny
A comical where's the end
Of the sort people here would unusual

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

Jenny, Jenny you don't know the days I've
Telling backyard so to maybe amuse
Oh, your mood is never giddy if you smile, I'm
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
Part only to the everybody, Jenny
The step and giant leap takers
Got the head start in the toward it

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

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

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

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

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

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