Luyện nghe bài hát Fleashine

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

The breath in his waving
the gypsy woman mad, oh
She loves him
Has told him so a thousand or more

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

the fifteen is turning strong and soft
As can be by his patience with the animals
He used to 'em
Now down beside them

To keep all feeling sad
As animals do
He of being old enough
To marry the girl two heads

name is Gladys
And they don't yet
Of the man's fascination
They're too busy drawing in their arms

A fleashine, shoeshine, man of
Floating into the next
a straw in a Jim Beam bottle
And lays his head

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