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

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

Marry
What an idea
What a heartless, wicked, thing to do
regret 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 collector beating at the door
She'll try to the things I taught
And end up selling instead
Begging for her and water
her husband has his breakfast in bed

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

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

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

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

BUT, I never take her back
If she was crawling on her
Let her promise to atone, let her shiver, let her
Then I'll slam the door and let the hellcat

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