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

Henry: I've grown to her face
She almost makes the day
I've grown accustomed to the
That she whistles and noon
Her smiles, her
Her ups, her
Are second to me now
breathing out, breathing in
I was serenely independent and before we met
Surely I always be that way again and yet
grown accustomed to her looks
Accustomed to her
Accustomed to her

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

I can see her now, Mrs. Eynsford-Hill
In a wretched little flat a store
I can see her now, not a in the till
And a bill beating at the door
She'll try to teach the things I
And end up selling instead
for her bread and water
While her husband has his in bed

In a or so
she's prematurely gray
When the blossoms in her cheek has to chalk
She'll come and lo!
He'll upped and ran away
With a climbing heiress from New York

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

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

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

BUT, I shall never her back
If she was on her knees
Let her promise to atone, let her shiver, let her
Then 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 nature to me now
breathing out and breathing in

I'm very grateful she's a
And very to forget
Rather like a one can always break
Yet I've grown to the trace of
in the air
to her face...