Luyện nghe bài hát Fool’s Gold

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

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

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

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

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

He tells a strange
About his
How mornings they'd go down
To the on the corner

As time grows
His thoughts they grow
It is his
To search no longer for gold

The vulture on top
Of the big top circus
seen this show before
Knows is going to fall

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

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

gold