Luyện nghe bài hát Friday's Child

Friday's child.....Hard luck is her

child.....Her sister's misery

Friday's child.....Her daddy call hard times

child.....That's me

Friday's child.....Born a ugly

Friday's child.... Good looks her by..oh

child.....Makes something look like nothing

child.....Am I..ya

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Friday's child.....Never climbed no

Friday's child.....She ain't even try..oh

child.....Whom they'll forget to bury

child.....Am I