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

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

I can see her now, Mrs. Freddie
In a wretched little flat 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 flowers instead
for her bread and water
While her has his breakfast in bed

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

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

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

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

BUT, I shall take her back
If she was crawling on her
Let her to atone, let her shiver, let her moan
I'll slam 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 nature to me now
breathing out and breathing in

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