Luyện nghe bài hát Fool’s Gold

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

In of a new life and a new hope
Oh but there were who couldn't cope
And they their life
In of fool's gold

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

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

Broken Joe lying in a gutter
gone as low as any man can be
He calls for wine but they'll only him water
The bartender say "We sell sympathy"

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

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

The sits on top
Of the big top arena
seen this show before
Knows someone is to fall

Just the part
the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerine
Forgets that the net
there at all

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

gold