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 five dollars I walked him to his
And on the he said 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. What wish? It true.
See, what about me. What about What about me.
T'ord ta top Tommy tongue-tied talked,
Tricked Trish tra trance church chit-chat.
Nana nots no know, so the firehouse we go.
Frank friendly fed fee-free
Dank dusty den da dribble drank.
Driven droopy drunken; in Clinton lake sunk in.
So Tomy, look here you did:
Barnacle Bill's bound bid.
My mommy a made up my mind
Many me for Mandy Miller resigned.
Right raise rank rise rust; and how she fussed!
About that out-lout doubt-route
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 ward was the sword by your side
And you dug up the deed in the where he died,
You seemed beside yourself; you're wandering all wealth.
'While the warp and the woof of words were worked
By pushing spirits and beers,
Cause the coffin the cradle the
Were woven worse.
Since the sends signs out the fire to whom it may concern:
Cause the coffin is for me cause I have to do with it;
And the cradle is for me cause the old dragon me in it;
And the purse is for me because I don't have nor friends.