Luyện nghe bài hát Fool’s Gold

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

In of a new life and a new hope
Oh but there were some who cope
And spent their life
In search of gold

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

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

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

He tells a story
About his
How Sunday mornings they'd go
To the on the corner

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

The vulture on top
Of the big top arena
seen this show before
Knows someone is going to

near the part
Where the beautiful dancing tightrope
Forgets that the net
there at all

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

Fool's