Luyện nghe bài hát Cousin Chris

Back the bus he cussed "Space suits! boots!
Lad, Lad," he sad, "I've a tip for you:
See, about me: what about her? What about me?"
For five dollars I walked him to his
And on the threshold he straight and calm,
"See what about me: what about her? What me?"
Can't kiss Chris could knight, turn off the light,
what why's we wave. What wish? It came true.
See, what about me. What about What about me.
T'ord ta tippy top Tommy talked,
Tricked Trish tra trance church chit-chat.
Nana nots no know, so down the we go.
Frank friendly fed fee-free
Dank dusty doughnuts den da drank.
Driven droopy drunken; in Clinton lake sunk in.
So Tomy, look here you did:
Barnacle bound bonus bid.
My must a made up my mind
months me for Mandy Miller resigned.
Right raise rank rust; and how she ever fussed!
About that doubt-route scout;
he liked someone better than her.
Oh! Tommy Trish and
You can me to the bank.
So I can bring a little today,
Prop prince prize prize-proof, pry pray.
When the word of your ward was the sword by side
And you dug up the in the dump where he died,
You seemed beside yourself; you're wandering all wealth.
the warp and the woof of your words were worked
By perpetually spirits and beers,
Cause the coffin the cradle the
Were even worse.
Since the 'sary sends signs out the fire to it may concern:
the coffin is for me cause I have nothing to do with it;
And the cradle is for me cause the old attacked me in it;
And the purse is for me because I have money nor friends.