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

Have you heard the one when a most unlucky fella,
Went visiting a fair-ground for to see a

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

was my selfless quest.
Blind-faith a mistake.
I'd strived to do my best,
to a dream quite 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; lay there grinning back.
I've been here times before; again the joke's on me.
I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain't it used to be.

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

*O well for him who hath known
The travail of the years,
A father with grief and tears,
A mother all alone.

To an unshared 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 dearth of in it.

Gazed into a and watched its surface crack.
I cut the Tarot deck; 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.

*But well for him whose foot trod
The weary road of and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his
Builds ladders to be God.

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