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 their
To set for the Americas

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

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

outstretched hands
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 but they'll only serve him water
The say "We don't sell sympathy"

He a strange story
his father
How Sunday mornings go down
To the church on the

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

The sits on top
Of the big top circus
seen this show before
Knows someone is going to

near the part
Where the dancing tightrope ballerine
Forgets the safety net
Isn't at all

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

Fool's