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

Henry: I've accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day
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 serenely independent and before we met
Surely I could always be way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to her
Accustomed to her
Accustomed to her

Marry
an infantile idea
What a heartless, wicked, brainless to do
regret it
She'll it
It's before they even 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 beating at the door
She'll try to teach the I taught
And end up selling flowers
for her bread and water
While her has his breakfast in bed

In a or so
When she's prematurely
the blossoms in her cheek has turned to chalk
She'll home and lo!
He'll have 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
Miserable and lonely, repentant and
Will I take her in or hurl her to the
Give her or the treatment she deserve?
I take her back or throw the baggage out

Well, I'm a most man
The sort who could, never would
Take a position and staunchly budge
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 her say "Good morning" every day
Her joys, her woes, her highs, her
Are second to me now
Like breathing out and in

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