Luyện nghe bài hát Fitzgerald

Its sad to see art
Hanging on the
So pictures there
But the best of all

I the Indian
The one in ink
In Massachusetts
before you called

You him and many others
For a
fingers thick from hammers
Well, it really makes you
And my father
Would fill glass so tall

I was a kid
I gophered in crew
Always a kind
And you showed me to do

And hammered
Well, it's hit or miss
But through your stained beard
Your love true

And you are so loved
It had to to this
You got off
Because you stink of piss
And now you drink
no one bothers you

Oh, Fitzy, oh,
Oh, Fitzy, oh,
Oh, Fitzy, oh,