Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Shame

There's unusual about the way my day begins
As I walk up and down the streets with my in my hands
I've run this route for years knows my name
Especially at the old folks home I call the House of Shame
The old folks home is my last stop where I end my daily rout
And my mailpouch is usually empty by then not but just about
for an accosional letter and they all wait anxiously
With sad eyes that said the question is anything for me
And I hear their voices as they talk back and forth
I guess the children're just too to write
They've got a lot of things to do of
And I try to cheer 'em up and say things to make 'em better
Then I think to myself just how little it takes to write a letter
Their old and faces and hair as white as snow
And memories locked up in their minds that only they know
I spent many hours at the end of each day's run
Trying in way to fill the place of a daughter or a son
And I listen as they tell me of their families of days by
And the sadness at times is so great I can't help but cry
And thought it's reality it more like a dream
That some of them have grandchildren that they've even seen
And I think it's just a shame that children have raised
Would put 'em in this of Shame to spend their later days
So there they sit just waitin' for letters they never get
Waitin' for children that come by waitin' just waitin' to die
You see my are old now too and we've put 'em in a home
But the difference is they live us and they'll never be alone