Luyện nghe bài hát Fitzgerald

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

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

You him and many others
For a
Your fingers thick from
Well, it makes you think
And then my
Would your glass so tall

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

And living
Well, always hit or miss
But your cigarette stained beard
Your love true

And though you are so
It had to come to
You got off
you always stink of piss
And now you someplace
no one bothers you

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