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 me: what about her? What about me?"
For dollars I walked him to his Mom's
And on the threshold he straight and calm,
"See what about me: what her? What about me?"
Can't cousin Chris could knight, turn off the light,
With what why's we wave. wish? It came true.
See, what about me. What about What about me.
ta tippy top Tommy tongue-tied talked,
Tricked Trish tra which church chit-chat.
Nana nots no know, so down the we go.
Fireman Frank friendly fed
Dank doughnuts den da dribble drank.
Driven droopy drunken; in Clinton lake sunk in.
So Tomy, look what you did:
Barnacle Bill's bound bid.
My mommy must a up my mind
Many me for Mandy Miller resigned.
Right raise rise 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 a little extra today,
Prop prize proof prize-proof, pry pray.
When the word of your ward was the sword by side
And you dug up the deed in the where he died,
You seemed yourself; you're wandering all your wealth.
'While the warp and the woof of your were worked
By perpetually spirits and beers,
Cause the coffin the cradle the
Were woven worse.
Since the 'sary sends out the fire to whom it may concern:
Cause the coffin is for me cause I have nothing to do it;
And the cradle is for me the old dragon attacked me in it;
And the purse is for me because I have money nor friends.