Luyện nghe bài hát Cousin Chris

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