Luyện nghe bài hát I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face [From My Fair Lady]

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Grown to her looks
Oh I, I've grown, accustomed to her voice

grown accustomed to her face
She almost the day begin
I've grown to the tune
She whistles night and

Her smiles, her frowns, her ups and her
Are nature to me now
(Second nature)
Like out and breathing in
(Breathing out and in)

I was serenely and content before we met
I could always be that way again and yet
I've accustomed to her looks
to her voice, accustomed to her face

Grown to her looks
accustomed to her voice

I've accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day
(Day begin)
I've gotten used to her say
"Good morning", day

Her joys, her woes, her highs, her
Are nature to me now
(Second nature)
Like breathing out and in
(Breathing out and in)

I'm so grateful she's a woman and so easy to
Rather like a habit one can always and yet
I've grown to the trace of something in the air
Accustomed to her

Grown to her looks
Grown accustomed to her
I've accustomed to her voice
Grown accustomed to her

She's nature to me now
Like out and breathing in
(Breathing out and in)

I was serenely and content before we met
I could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to her
to her voice, I've accustomed to her face

Her
(I believe)
Her
(How much I her)
Her
Her

(I'm to you, baby)
Her
Her
(Because love that drives me crazy)
Her
Her

Grown accustomed to her
(You I finally realize)
Grown to her face
(I got to it by my side)
Grown accustomed to her
(I be, be your ornament)
accustomed to her trace
('Cause I you, baby, please take my hand)

Grown to her voice
(I'll be to you each and everyday)
Grown accustomed to her
(I've accustomed)
Grown accustomed to her
accustomed to her trace

(Can't if the livin' is without you)
accustomed to her voice
Grown to her face
(Can't give, can't anymore)