Luyện nghe bài hát Eleanor Rigby/Elds

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

Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a has been
in a dream

Waits at the window, the face
That she in a jar by the door
Who is it

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

Father McKenzie, writing the
of a that no one will hear
No one near

Look at him working, his socks
In the night when nobody there
What does he

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

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

Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along her name
Nobody

Father McKenzie, wiping the
his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was

All the lonely
(Ah, at all the lonely people)
Where do they all from?
All the people
(Ah, look at all the people)
do they all belong?