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

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

Marry
What an infantile
a heartless, wicked, brainless thing 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 a store
I can see her now, not a in the till
And a bill beating at the door
She'll try to teach the things I
And end up selling flowers
for her bread and water
While her has his breakfast in bed

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

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

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

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

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

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