Luyện nghe bài hát Harry Frazee and No, No, Nannette

I followed every single
Listed in didactic
I sat up straight, I to God

I dressed my shutters in paint
I my nose to the grindstone
I did everything I was
I rubbed elbows the elite
But I feel so empty

His parents over
parturient belly
Who, in with martyrdom
Died upon boy's
His father had blamed him

For her departure
He was born
He alone
He'll rot
And die

I followed every single
Listed in manuals
I sat up straight, I to God

I dressed my shutters in paint
I pressed my nose to the
I did I was told
I elbows with the elite
But I feel so empty

He sits and sobs
Immersed in his trappings of
He's never been a big
But his liver would not know it

The burdens become a crushing load
The wrenching twist soon cause a shift
The pressure, and pounding
I feel the trigger