Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Shame

There's nothing about the way my day begins
As I walk up and down the streets with my mailpouch in my
I've run this for years everybody knows my name
Especially at the old home which 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
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 as they talk back and forth
I guess the children're just too to write
got a lot of things to do of course
And I try to cheer 'em up and say things to 'em feel better
Then I think to myself how little effort it takes to write a letter
old and wrinkled faces and hair as white as snow
And memories locked up in their minds that only they could
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 times is so I can't help but cry
And thought it's reality it more like a dream
That some of them have that they've never even seen
And I think it's just a shame children they have raised
put 'em in this House of Shame to spend their later days
So there they sit waitin' waitin' for letters they never get
Waitin' for children that never come by waitin' waitin' to die
You see my folks are old now too and put 'em in a home
But the difference is they with us and they'll never be alone