Luyện nghe bài hát Fool’s Gold

In the year of the
starvation and black death raged across the land
There many driven 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 they their life
In search of fool's

The old
He it to the four lane highway
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 wine but they'll only serve him
The say "We don't sell sympathy"

He tells a strange
his father
How Sunday mornings go down
To the on the corner

As time older
His thoughts grow younger
It is his
To search no longer for gold

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

Just near the
Where the beautiful dancing tightrope
that the safety net
Isn't at all

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

Fool's