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

I followed every single
Listed in 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 elbows with the elite
But I still feel so

His divorced over
Mother's belly
Who, in with martyrdom
Died boy's delivery
His had always blamed him

For her early
He was alone
He alone
He'll rot
And die

I followed every step
Listed in 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 with the elite
But I still so empty

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

The burdens have become a load
The wrenching twist will soon a shift
The pressure, fleeting and
I the trigger give