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

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

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

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

Just one hapless sacrifice,
spilt in full-flood.
Ingenuous I've paid 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 the score, but Deja-Vu ain't what it used to be.

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

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

To tread an 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 dearth of in it.

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

*But well for him whose foot trod
The road of toil and strife,
Yet the sorrows of his life
Builds to be nearer God.

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