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, what me: what about her? What about me?"
For dollars I walked him to his Mom's
And on the threshold he said and calm,
"See what about me: what about her? What me?"
Can't cousin Chris could knight, turn off the light,
With what why's we wave. What It came true.
See, what about me. What about her? What 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.
droopy drunken; in Clinton lake we've sunk in.
So Tomy, here what you did:
Barnacle bound bonus bid.
My mommy must a made up my
Many months me for Miller resigned.
Right raise rank rise rust; and how she fussed!
About that doubt-route scout;
Seems he liked someone better her.
Oh! Tommy Trish and
You can me to the bank.
So I can a little extra today,
Prop prince proof prize-proof, pry pray.
When the word of your ward was the by your side
And you dug up the deed in the dump he died,
You seemed beside yourself; wandering all your wealth.
'While the warp and the woof of words were worked
By perpetually spirits and beers,
Cause the the cradle the curse
Were woven worse.
Since the 'sary sends signs out the fire to whom it may
Cause the is for me cause I have nothing to do with it;
And the is for me cause the old dragon attacked me in it;
And the purse is for me because I don't money nor friends.