Luyện nghe bài hát Eleanor Rigby

Ah look at all the people
Ah look at all the people

Eleanor Rigby, up the rice
In the where a wedding has been
in a dream
Waits at the window, the face
That she keeps in a jar by the
Who is it for

All the lonely
Where do all come from?
All the people
do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, the words
Of a sermon that no one hear
No one near
Look at him working, his socks
In the night when nobody there
does he care

All the lonely
Where do they all from?
All the lonely
Where do all belong?

Ah look at all the lonely
Ah look at all the people

Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her
came
Father McKenzie, the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the
No one was

All the people
Where do they all from?
All the people
do they all belong?