Luyện nghe bài hát Fitzgerald

Its sad to see art
Hanging on the
So many there
But yours the of all

I like the
The one in ink
In Massachusetts
Long before you

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

I was a kid
I gophered in your
a kind word
And you showed me to do

And hammered
Well, it's always hit or
But through your cigarette beard
Your rang true

And you are so loved
It had to to this
You got off
you always stink of piss
And now you someplace
Where no one you

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