Luyện nghe bài hát Fool’s Gold

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

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

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

With outstretched
He cries, "Are you my way?"
The people passing by don't to understand
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 bartender say "We sell sympathy"

He a strange story
About his
How Sunday mornings go down
To the on the corner

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

The sits on top
Of the big top circus
He's seen this before
Knows is going to fall

Just the part
Where the dancing tightrope ballerine
that the safety net
Isn't at all

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

gold