Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

One day in 1955,
Johnny out that door.
knew if he was dead or alive,
but he said I ain't coming no more.

No one why he left,
but we know he said.
If I was to a life like you,
I'd be dead.

even Jack the Ripper,
ripping of your head,
even miss Daisy,
on her way home.

rolled by,
and time was slow,
him being home.

A that you left,
but be long,
it makes the heart cold.

If you ever yourself
alone,
do come home.

Maybe Jack the Ripper,
ripping of your head,
Maybe miss Daisy,
on her way home.