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 hand
Drives the gypsy mad, oh
She loves him
Has told him so a thousand or more

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

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

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

Their name is
And don't yet know
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 straw in a Jim bottle
And lays his head