Luyện nghe bài hát I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face

Henry: grown accustomed to her face
She makes the day begin
I've accustomed to the tune
That she whistles and noon
Her smiles, her
Her ups, her
Are nature to me now
Like breathing out, in
I was serenely independent and content we met
Surely I could always be way again and yet
I've grown to her looks
to her voice
Accustomed to her

Marry
What an infantile
a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do
She'll it
She'll it
It's doomed before they even the vow

I can see her now, Mrs. Freddie
In a wretched little flat above a
I can see her now, not a penny in the
And a bill collector beating at the
try to teach the things I taught
And end up flowers instead
Begging for her and water
While her has his breakfast in bed

In a or so
When prematurely gray
When the blossoms in her cheek has to chalk
She'll home and lo!
have upped and ran away
With a social climbing from New York

Poor Eliza! How frightful!
How humiliating! How delightful!

How pining would it be on inevitable night
When she hammers on my in tears and rag
and lonely, repentant and contrite
Will I take her in or her to the wall?
Give her kindness or the treatment she
Will I take her back or throw the out

Well, I'm a forgiving man
The sort who never could, would
Take a position and staunchly never
A most man

BUT, I shall never her back
If she was on her knees
Let her promise to atone, let her shiver, let her
I'll slam the door and let the hellcat freeze

Freddie.. HA!

But I'm so used to hear her say "Good morning" day
Her joys, her woes, her highs, her
Are second to me now
Like out and breathing in

I'm very grateful a woman
And very easy to
like a habit one can always break
Yet I've grown accustomed to the of
in the air
to her face...