Luyện nghe bài hát In The Wee Small Hours of Sixpence

(brooker / reid) *

In the wee small of sixpence
And the chandelier
Stands a old retainer
Whose old eyes are filled with
For his master, sir galant,
Who is now off to the
And his eyes are crying
We grief is not the cause
And if is not the reason
He must be of stuff
And his though old and rusty
Must be as sharp enough

In the wee small of sixpence
And the window pane
Stand the of the evening
Who are all in vain
For the of the cockerel
Showing morning is not
But the air is filled with
And the daylight is not
But darkness is no reason
We are men of stuff
And our though old and rusty
are blunt as sharp enough.

In the wee small hours of
And the hat-stand in the
only for the morning
Shadows 'cross the wall
And perhaps old retainer
Whom now of his all
May have been just as we are
And now has no at all.
But grief was not the reason
He was of sterner stuff
And his though old and rusty
Still was as sharp enough.