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 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 before we met
Surely I could be that way again and yet
I've accustomed to her looks
Accustomed to her
to her face

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

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

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

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

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

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

BUT, I shall take her back
If she was crawling on her
Let her to atone, let her shiver, let her moan
Then I'll the door and let the hellcat freeze

Freddie.. HA!

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

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