Luyện nghe bài hát Deja-Vu Ain't What It Used To Be

Have you heard the one 'bout when a most fella,
Went a fair-ground for to see a fortune-teller?

She
"Of all the palms read - yours is by far the worst.
I'm to tell you,
you've well-and-truly cursed."

Ill-fated was my quest.
Blind-faith a mistake.
I'd strived to do my best,
to a dream quite fake.

one more hapless sacrifice,
spilt in full-flood.
Ingenuous I've their price.
Not all suck blood!

Gazed a crystal-ball and watched its surface crack.
When I cut the Tarot Death lay there grinning back.
been here many times before; again the joke's on me.
I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain't it used to be.

*O well for him that lives at
garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor heeds the of the rain,
The crashing down of trees.

*O well for him who hath known
The of the hungry years,
A father grey with and tears,
A mother all alone.

To an unshared path alone,
was my lot the start.
So fleeting solace known,
by this rent, heart.

Watch the tragedy;
famous for minutes.
I glimpsed my and decree,
saw of purpose in it.

Gazed into a crystal-ball and its surface crack.
When I cut the Tarot deck; Death lay there back.
been here many times before; again the joke's on me.
I the score, but Deja-Vu ain't what it used to be.

well for him whose foot hath trod
The weary road of and strife,
Yet from the of his life
Builds ladders to be God.

[* - Taken from the verse "Cry woe, woe and let the prevail." By Oscar Wilde]