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

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

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

*O for him that lives at ease
garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor heeds the of the rain,
The crashing down of trees.

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

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

the stand-up tragedy;
famous for minutes.
I glimpsed my and decree,
saw dearth of in it.

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

*But for him whose foot hath trod
The weary 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 Oscar