Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Shame

There's unusual about the way my day begins
As I walk up and down the with my mailpouch in my hands
I've run this route for years everybody knows my
Especially at the old folks home I call the House of Shame
The old folks home is my last stop that's I end my daily rout
And my mailpouch is usually empty by then not always but about
Except for an accosional and they all wait anxiously
sad eyes that 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
They've got a lot of to do of course
And I try to 'em up and say things to make 'em feel better
Then I think to myself how little effort it takes to write a letter
Their old and wrinkled and hair as white as snow
And memories locked up in minds that only they could know
I spent many hours there at the end of each run
Trying in way to fill the place of a daughter or a son
And I as they tell me of their families of days gone by
And the there at times is so great I can't help but cry
And it's reality it seems more like a dream
That of them have grandchildren that they've never even seen
And I it's just a shame that children they 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 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 never be alone