Luyện nghe bài hát Fool’s Gold

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

In search of a new and a new hope
Oh but there were some who couldn't
And they spent their
In search of fool's

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

With outstretched
He cries, "Are you my way?"
The people passing by 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 bartender say "We sell sympathy"

He a strange story
his father
How mornings they'd go down
To the church on the

As time grows
His thoughts grow younger
It is his
To search no longer for 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 dancing tightrope
Forgets that the net
Isn't at all

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

Fool's