Luyện nghe bài hát Fool’s Gold

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

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

The old
He makes it to the lane highway
His old
dead in the sand

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

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

He tells a strange
his father
How Sunday mornings they'd go
To the on the corner

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

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

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

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

Fool's