Luyện nghe bài hát Fool’s Gold

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

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

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

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

Broken Joe just 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 story
his father
How Sunday mornings go down
To the church on the

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

The vulture on top
Of the big top circus
He's seen this show
Knows someone is to fall

near 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 is she mauled
Oh my god, is there no one who can her?
In steps the fox to thunderous

Fool's