Luyện nghe bài hát Elsie Brown

Elsie has a suitcase
She carries in a cart town
with books, former newsdays
The we've all thrown out

Her hands are
are tattered
As she her words to the air

But don't you she doesn't matter
Because you've seen the poetry there

And Elsie talks to street lights
Sees shining in the bright of day
And she for the children
Sees them shining as walk away

Her hands are
are tattered
As she whispers her to the air

But don't you think she doesn't
Because you've never seen the poetry
In Elsie

And Brown has a daughter
She hasn't seen in years
I found this out in a
On the ground the day she

Her hands gnarled
Clothes were
As she her words to the air

But don't you think she didn't
Because never seen the poetry there
In Brown