Luyện nghe bài hát Fancy Passes

Money isn't everything, ask who's rich
It can buy and misery or grief
Though money isn't
I have a pauper's itch, so though I crave a
Yes, I'll the chief!

He bought me a cat, Siamese, that
He keeps making, passes at me
All those fine and passes

Oh joy, now I've got sixty feet of new yacht
He making fancy passes at me
All those fine and passes

He owns New York or Spain but I don't which
He got fat in Manhattan
Poor Cinderella's got her a who's rich
Every penny, worth a plenty

He United Airlines, that as well?
He owns hairlines, oh, well
He's not so hip or as a whip
But healthy, and wealthy

He bought me a summer
Somewhere out in space
He making fancy passes at me

a man you've got, Diane
Did he buy you a Passion pink
And a Cadi Baby blue
You're speaking of? My baby
Your Romeo? My Daddy
I love him a lot, how much has he

got a plot of ground, he found over oil
Oh, my how we are
He bought New
So he could me his girl
Oh, man, a we are

Chocolate my tummy
He bought me a firm called
So, one of those gents
With good bizness
And quarters, half's and

Ding, dong, it swell
They just the liberty bell
How sad all those Philadelphians be

get half of what he owns
To up with Mrs. L. B. Jones
And if he keeps fancy passes
I'll holding evening classes

I'll give him and molasses
And the life, I live, I'll live
From those late and evening
That sugar and
fine and fancy passes at me
My honey,