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

Have you the one 'bout when a most unlucky fella,
Went a fair-ground for to see a fortune-teller?

She
"Of all the I've read - yours is by far the worst.
I'm to tell you,
you've well-and-truly 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.
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 here many times before; again the joke's on me.
I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain't it used to be.

*O well for him that at ease
garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor the splashing of the rain,
The crashing of forest trees.

*O well for him who hath 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 fleeting solace known,
by rent, careworn heart.

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

Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched its crack.
When I cut the Tarot deck; Death lay grinning back.
been 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 whose foot hath
The weary of toil and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his
Builds to be nearer God.

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