Luyện nghe bài hát Back O' The Moon

Jenny, Jenny you don't know the nights I
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 lets it shine for hours
While you sleep it

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
backyard tales so to maybe amuse
Oh, your is never giddy if you smile, I'm delighted
But you'd pout such a lazy child
You dare fold your arms, tisk and say I lie

one rare and odd style of thinking
Part only known to the everybody,
The small step and giant takers
Got the head start in the toward it

Tonight upon the mock 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 true
Morning would come and pages had
New printed seasons on their opposite

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

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

No smart looking in bonnets
Dance pigs in high button trousers
No milk pail for the farmer's
No merry towns of walled houses

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