Luyện nghe bài hát Elsie Brown

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

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

But don't you she doesn't matter
Because never seen the poetry there

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

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

But don't you think she matter
Because you've never the poetry there
In Elsie

And Brown has a daughter
She seen in fifteen years
I found this out in a
On the the day she disappeared

Her were gnarled
Clothes were
As she whispered her to the air

But don't you think she matter
you've never seen the poetry there
In Elsie