Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Shame

There's unusual about the way my day begins
As I up and down the streets with my mailpouch in my hands
I've run this route for years everybody my name
Especially at the old folks home I call the House of Shame
The old folks is my last stop that's where I end my daily rout
And my is usually empty by then not always but just about
Except for an accosional and they all wait anxiously
With sad eyes said the question is there anything for me
And I hear their trembling voices as they back and forth
I guess the just too busy to write
got a lot of things to do of course
And I try to cheer 'em up and say things to make 'em feel
Then I think to myself just how little effort it to write a letter
old and wrinkled faces and hair as white as snow
And memories up in their minds that only they could know
I spent many hours there at the end of day's run
in some 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 it seems more like a dream
That some of them have grandchildren that they've never seen
And I think it's just a shame children they have raised
Would put 'em in House of Shame to spend their later days
So there they sit just waitin' waitin' for they never get
Waitin' for children that never come by waitin' waitin' to die
You see my folks are old now too and we've put 'em in a
But the difference is they live with us and never be alone