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

Henry: grown accustomed 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 second to me now
Like out, breathing in
I was serenely independent and content we met
Surely I could be that way again and yet
grown accustomed to her looks
Accustomed to her
Accustomed to her

Freddie?
What an infantile
What a heartless, wicked, brainless to do
She'll it
regret it
It's doomed before they 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 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
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 night
When she hammers on my door in and rag
Miserable and lonely, repentant and
Will I take her in or hurl her to the
her kindness or the treatment 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 never budge
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 door and let the freeze

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 breathing out and in

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