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

Have you heard the one 'bout a most unlucky fella,
visiting a fair-ground 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 more sacrifice,
tears in full-flood.
Ingenuous I've paid price.
Not all vampires blood!

Gazed a crystal-ball 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 ain't what it used to be.

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

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

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

Watch the stand-up
famous for minutes.
I glimpsed my 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 ain't what it used to be.

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

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