Luyện nghe bài hát Fleashine

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

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

She refuses to believe
At two years old
not still a butterfly
Ready, for the net

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

To keep all feeling sad
As sometimes do
He dreams of old enough
To marry the with two heads

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

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

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