Luyện nghe bài hát Everyone A Puzzle Lover

Why are some men
With that earn degrees
The loving
plaques
Grace their walls
the cracks
While their is turned
To works of then
Off to to market
Go these

With words so fiery and
steal cunningly
Riches no one can

And why are men born
a fate of poverty
One bed
For a swollen
by year
The bodies wracked
obedience is had
With defeat
By the pace by the
And the

Through a muddled
phrase it
God knows we're
for
What need

And they go
and jeering
For to call
The peasantry

O how it me

I pressed the accordion pleats
That had gathered in his cotton
While he
Yes thumbed I wouldn't say

The piece
A crest
Soon to reply

O for man aged years
No words to waste on
be pleased to answer
Short and

Girl there's a
In all these measures
It's a creed
So your says
But better to by
Drink it all in before dry

He ended with a rattle
cough
I took away the gone cold coffee cup
As a trail of ashes fell
On the