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

Henry: I've accustomed to her face
She almost the day begin
grown 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 and content before we met
I could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to her
Accustomed to her
Accustomed to her

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

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

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

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

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

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

BUT, I shall never take her
If she was crawling on her
Let her to atone, let her shiver, let her moan
Then I'll slam the 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 out and breathing in

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