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

Henry: I've grown to her face
She almost makes the day
I've grown to the tune
she whistles night 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
Surely I always be that way again and yet
grown accustomed to her looks
Accustomed to her
to her face

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

I can see her now, Mrs. Eynsford-Hill
In a wretched little flat above a
I can see her now, not a in the till
And a collector beating at the door
She'll try to teach the things I
And end up selling flowers
Begging for her bread and
While her has his breakfast in bed

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

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

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

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

BUT, I shall take 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 hellcat

Freddie.. HA!

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

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