Luyện nghe bài hát Eleanor Rigby/Elds

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

Eleanor Rigby, up the rice
In the church where a wedding has
in a dream

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

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

McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon no one will hear
No one comes

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

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

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

Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along her name
came

Father McKenzie, the dirt
From his hands as he walks the grave
No one was

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