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 grown to the tune
That she whistles night and
Her smiles, her
Her ups, her
Are nature to me now
Like out, breathing in
I was serenely independent and before we met
I could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to her
Accustomed to her
to her face

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

I can see her now, Mrs. Eynsford-Hill
In a little flat above a store
I can see her now, not a penny in the
And a bill beating at the door
She'll try to teach the things I
And end up selling instead
for her bread and water
While her has his breakfast 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 upped and ran
With a social climbing from New York

Poor Eliza! How 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
a position and staunchly never budge
A forgiving man

BUT, I shall take her back
If she was crawling on her
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 to hear 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 grateful she's a woman
And very to forget
Rather like a one can always break
Yet grown accustomed to the trace of
in the air
to her face...