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 for to see a fortune-teller?

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

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

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

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

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

*O well for him who ne'er known
The travail of the 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 rent, careworn heart.

Watch the tragedy;
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; lay there grinning back.
I've here many times before; again the joke's on me.
I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain't it used to be.

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

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