Luyện nghe bài hát BEING A MOCKINGBIRD

And the night it like a hammer blow
And the morning it brings
The mad men are down on the crypt
Sleeping through favours and sins
And I trained to be hardened
And the bird like the day
And I soared to greet gamblings
And I drenched myself in the where they lay

And though I exchanged the for the darkness
And I hung the belt from the
So the may part with their malice
But I'll everything

And I gave up to the heckles
And I planted the from the book
And I admit I love my
The blackbird, the wren, the

The church won't harbour the coffins
But the docks whittle their ships
And To the pleasure the
And the memory and soar of kissing her

And I myself to the dawning
Of the morning bird in first
When I'm I ran the road of the pauper
I lost it all in the