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

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

She
"Of all the I've read - 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 serve a dream fake.

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

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

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

*O well for him who hath known
The travail of the years,
A grey with grief and tears,
A weeping all alone.

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

Watch the stand-up
famous for minutes.
I glimpsed my and decree,
saw of purpose in it.

Gazed into a and watched its surface crack.
When I cut the Tarot deck; Death lay grinning back.
I've been here many times before; again the on me.
I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain't what it to be.

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

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