Luyện nghe bài hát Dannyboy

Your is cold, but the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold, but you see a goldfish bowl
I feel old, sick and
We walk the streets, staring, wondering what to do
The sun in sheets, pouring down streets to eyes green and blue
And a with eight sails could come round the bend
Or a herd of bulls chargin stop red
I'd be

You my heart Danny Boy
Not fault Danny Boy
I was at the doorstep, played like a two to a fourset
Had poor Job in the bible by God
Day comes I wake, I wake a hard heartache
I go to your place
We sit and chat, chat about New York and to the bayou
My a trick, tricking me and trying not to scare you
And a ship with eight sails could come the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging lights red
I'd be