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

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

Freddie?
What an idea
What a heartless, wicked, thing to do
She'll it
She'll it
doomed 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 penny in the
And a bill collector at the door
She'll try to teach the things I
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
When the blossoms in her cheek has turned to
come home and lo!
He'll have upped and ran
With a social climbing heiress New York

Eliza! How simply frightful!
How humiliating! How delightful!

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

Well, I'm a most man
The who never could, never would
Take a position and staunchly budge
A most 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 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 second to me now
Like out and breathing in

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