Luyện nghe bài hát Fool’s Gold

In the of the famine
When starvation and black death across the land
There were driven by their hunger
To set sail for the

In search of a new and a new hope
Oh but there were who couldn't cope
And they spent their
In search of 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 passing by don't seem to understand
The of fool's gold

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

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

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

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

Just near the
Where the beautiful tightrope ballerine
Forgets that the net
there at all

Down he with claws drawn to take her
Razor so savagely is she mauled
Oh my god, is there no one who can her?
In steps the fox to applause

gold