Luyện nghe bài hát Fool’s Gold

In the of the famine
When starvation and death raged across the land
There were many by their hunger
To set for the Americas

In search of a new and a new hope
Oh but there were who couldn't cope
And spent their life
In of fool's gold

The old
He makes it to the lane highway
His old
dead in the sand

With hands
He cries, "Are you my way?"
The people passing by don't seem to
The curse of fool's

Joe just lying in a gutter
He's as low as any man can be
He calls for but they'll only serve him water
The bartender say "We don't sympathy"

He tells a strange
About his
How Sunday they'd go down
To the church on the

As time grows
His thoughts grow younger
It is his
To no longer for fool's gold

The sits on top
Of the big top arena
He's seen show before
someone is going to fall

Just near the
the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerine
Forgets that the net
there at all

Down he swoops with claws to take her
Razor sharp so savagely is she
Oh my god, is there no one who can her?
In steps the fox to thunderous

Fool's