Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Shame

There's nothing unusual about the way my day
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 which I the House of Shame
The old folks home is my last stop that's where I end my rout
And my mailpouch is usually empty by then not always but about
for an accosional letter and they all wait anxiously
With sad eyes that said the question is there for me
And I hear their trembling voices as they talk back and
I guess the just too busy to write
They've got a lot of to do of course
And I try to cheer 'em up and say things to make 'em better
Then I think to just how little effort it takes to write a letter
Their old and wrinkled faces and hair as white as
And memories locked up in their minds that they could know
I spent hours there at the end of each day's run
Trying in some way to fill the place of a or a son
And I listen as they tell me of their families of gone by
And the sadness there at times is so I can't help but cry
And thought it's reality it seems like a dream
some of them have grandchildren that they've never even seen
And I think it's a shame that children they have raised
Would put 'em in this House of Shame to their later days
So there they sit just waitin' waitin' for letters never get
Waitin' for children that never come by waitin' just to die
You see my folks are old now too and put 'em in a home
But the difference is they live with us and never be alone