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

Freddie?
What an infantile
What a heartless, wicked, brainless to do
regret it
She'll it
It's doomed before even take the vow

I can see her now, Mrs. Freddie
In a wretched flat above a store
I can see her now, not a in the till
And a bill beating at the door
She'll try to the things I taught
And end up selling flowers
Begging for her and water
While her husband has his in bed

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

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

How pining would it be on that inevitable
she hammers 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 she deserve?
Will I her back or throw the baggage out

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

BUT, I shall never her back
If she was crawling on her
Let her promise to atone, let her shiver, let her
Then I'll slam the and let the hellcat freeze

Freddie.. HA!

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

I'm very grateful a woman
And easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can break
Yet I've accustomed to the trace of
in the air
to her face...