Luyện nghe bài hát Fool’s Gold

In the year of the
When starvation and black death raged the land
There were many driven by hunger
To set sail for the

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

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

With outstretched
He cries, "Are you my way?"
The people passing by seem to understand
The of fool's gold

Broken Joe just in a gutter
gone as low as any man can be
He calls for wine but they'll only him water
The say "We don't sell sympathy"

He tells a story
his father
How Sunday they'd go down
To the on the corner

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

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

Just the part
Where the dancing tightrope ballerine
Forgets the safety net
there at all

Down he with claws drawn to take her
sharp so savagely is she mauled
Oh my god, is there no one who can save
In the fox to thunderous applause

Fool's