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

Have you heard the one when a most unlucky fella,
visiting a fair-ground for to see a fortune-teller?

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

Ill-fated was my quest.
a grave mistake.
I'd to do my very best,
to a dream quite fake.

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

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

*O well for him lives at ease
With gold in wide domain,
Nor the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of trees.

*O for him who ne'er hath known
The of the hungry years,
A father with grief and tears,
A weeping all alone.

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

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

Gazed a crystal-ball and watched its surface crack.
When I cut the Tarot deck; Death lay there back.
I've here many times before; again the joke's on me.
I know the score, but Deja-Vu what it used to be.

*But well for him foot hath trod
The weary of toil and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his
Builds ladders to be God.

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