Luyện nghe bài hát Fleashine

Fleashine, shoeshine, man of
Brings the in with a smile
All teeth tell myriad stories
One one and one

The breath in his waving
Drives the woman mad, oh
She him anyway
Has him so a thousand times or more

She refuses to believe
At forty two old
She's not a butterfly
Ready, for the net

Bobby the fifteen is turning strong and
As can be seen by his patience with the
He to hate 'em
Now lays down them

To keep all from sad
As sometimes do
He of being old enough
To marry the girl with two

Their is Gladys
And they yet know
Of the young fascination
They're too busy drawing circles in their

A fleashine, shoeshine, man of
Floating the next town
Puts a straw in a Jim bottle
And lays his down

He puts a in a Jim Beam bottle
And lays his down