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

Henry: I've grown 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 second to me now
Like breathing out, in
I was independent and content before we met
Surely I could be that way again and yet
I've grown to her looks
Accustomed to her
to her face

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

In a or so
When prematurely gray
When the blossoms in her has turned to chalk
come home and lo!
He'll upped and ran away
a social 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 take her in or hurl her to the
Give her kindness or the treatment she
Will I her back or throw the baggage out

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

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

Freddie.. HA!

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

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