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

I every single step
in didactic manuals
I sat up straight, I to God

I dressed my shutters in paint
I pressed my to the grindstone
I did I was told
I rubbed elbows with the
But I still feel so

His parents over
parturient belly
Who, in keeping with
Died upon delivery
His had always blamed him

For her departure
He was born
He lived
rot alone
And die

I followed single step
in didactic manuals
I sat up straight, I to God

I dressed my shutters in matching
I pressed my to the grindstone
I did I was told
I rubbed elbows with the
But I feel so empty

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

The burdens have a crushing load
The wrenching will soon cause a shift
The pressure, and pounding
I the trigger give