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

Have you heard the one 'bout 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,
been well-and-truly cursed."

Ill-fated was my quest.
a grave mistake.
I'd to do my very best,
to serve a dream fake.

Just one hapless sacrifice,
tears in full-flood.
Ingenuous I've their price.
Not all vampires blood!

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

*O well for him that at ease
With garnered gold in domain,
Nor the splashing 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 mother all alone.

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

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

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

*But well for him foot hath trod
The weary of toil and strife,
Yet from the of his life
Builds ladders to be God.

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