Luyện nghe bài hát Cousin Chris

Back the bus he cussed "Space suits! boots!
Lad, little Lad," he sad, "I've a tip for
See, what about me: what her? What about me?"
For five I walked him to his Mom's
And on the threshold he said and calm,
"See what about me: what her? What about me?"
Can't cousin Chris could knight, turn off the light,
With what we wave. What wish? It came true.
See, what me. What about her? What about me.
T'ord ta tippy top tongue-tied talked,
Trish tra trance which church chit-chat.
Nana no know, so down the firehouse we go.
Fireman friendly fed fee-free
Dank dusty den da dribble drank.
Driven drunken; in Clinton lake we've sunk in.
So Tomy, here what you did:
Bill's bound bonus bid.
My must a made up my mind
Many months me for Mandy resigned.
Right raise rank rust; and how she ever fussed!
About that doubt-route scout;
Seems he liked better than her.
Oh! Trish and Frank
You can me to the bank.
So I can bring a little today,
prince prize proof 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 you're wandering all your wealth.
'While the warp and the woof of words were worked
By pushing spirits and beers,
Cause the the cradle the curse
Were woven worse.
Since the sends signs out the fire to whom it may concern:
Cause the coffin is for me cause I have nothing to do it;
And the is for me cause the old dragon attacked me in it;
And the purse is for me because I don't have nor friends.