Luyện nghe bài hát Fleashine

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

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

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

Bobby the fifteen is turning and soft
As can be seen by his with the animals
He to hate 'em
Now down beside them

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

Their is Gladys
And don't yet know
Of the young man's
too busy drawing circles in their arms

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

He puts a straw in a Jim Beam
And lays his head