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

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

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

I can see her now, Mrs. Freddie
In a wretched little above a store
I can see her now, not a penny in the
And a collector beating at the door
She'll try to teach the I taught
And end up flowers instead
Begging for her bread and
While her husband has his in bed

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

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

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

Well, I'm a forgiving man
The sort who never could, would
Take a position and never 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
Then I'll slam the door and let the 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 she's a
And easy to forget
Rather a habit one can always break
Yet I've accustomed to the trace of
in the air
to her face...