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 in my hands
I've run this route for everybody knows my name
Especially at the old folks home which I call the House of
The old folks is my last stop that's where I end my daily rout
And my mailpouch is empty by then not always but just about
Except for an accosional and they all wait anxiously
With sad eyes that said the is there anything for me
And I hear their trembling voices as they talk back and
I guess the children're just too busy to
They've got a lot of to do of course
And I try to cheer 'em up and say things to 'em feel better
Then I to myself just how little effort 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 many hours there at the end of each day's run
Trying in some way to the place of a daughter or a son
And I listen as they tell me of their of days gone by
And the sadness at times is so great I can't help but cry
And thought it's reality it seems like a dream
That some of them have grandchildren that never even seen
And I it's just a shame that children they have raised
Would put 'em in this House of Shame to spend their days
So there sit just waitin' waitin' for letters they never get
Waitin' for children 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 live with us and they'll never be alone