Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Shame

There's nothing unusual the way my day begins
As I walk up and the streets 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 that's where I end my daily rout
And my mailpouch is usually empty by then not always but about
Except for an accosional letter and all wait anxiously
With sad eyes that said the question is anything for me
And I hear their trembling voices as talk back and forth
I the children're just too busy to write
They've got a lot of things to do of
And I try to cheer 'em up and say 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 their minds only they could know
I spent hours there at the end of each day's run
in some way to fill the place of a daughter or a son
And I listen as they tell me of families of days gone by
And the sadness there at times is so great I help but cry
And thought it's it seems more like a dream
That some of them have grandchildren they've 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 later days
So there they sit just 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 we've put 'em in a
But the difference is they live with us and they'll be alone