Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Shame

There's nothing unusual the way my day begins
As I walk up and down the streets with my mailpouch in my
I've run this route for years everybody knows my
Especially at the old folks home which I call the of Shame
The old folks home is my stop that's where I end my daily rout
And my mailpouch is usually empty by then not but just about
Except for an accosional letter and all wait anxiously
With sad eyes said the question is there anything for me
And I hear their voices as they talk back and forth
I guess the children're just too busy to
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 effort it takes to a letter
Their old and wrinkled faces and hair as as snow
And memories locked up in their minds that only they know
I spent many hours there at the end of day's run
Trying in some way to fill the of a daughter or a son
And I listen as they tell me of their families of days by
And the sadness there at is so great I can't help but cry
And thought it's reality it more like a dream
some of them have grandchildren that they've never even seen
And I think it's just a shame that children they have
Would put 'em in this House of Shame to their later days
So there sit just waitin' waitin' for letters they never get
for children that never 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 with us and they'll never be