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

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

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

was my selfless quest.
Blind-faith a mistake.
I'd strived to do my best,
to serve a quite fake.

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

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

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

*O well for him who ne'er hath
The travail of the years,
A father with grief and tears,
A mother all alone.

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

the stand-up tragedy;
famous for minutes.
I my future and decree,
saw dearth of in it.

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

*But well for him whose foot trod
The weary 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]