Luyện nghe bài hát January Git

I still believe in as being a day of rest
And it's because I'm an Irishman
That I like best
Still whose who are you to me I'm alright Fred
But don't let that your son
For when he grows up and gets out of here
Have yourself A-tomic
Now introducing Maisie (Maisie) and on my
be
Both of whom are now represented by
Our good U.V.I.P.
Whose mundane conjectoral I'd
Only if you like jazz
Intermingled an ounce of U double K
full of eastern Raj
Close your eyes and the door forge-t
If you do I it you know what to expect
Still whose who are you to me I'm alright
Fred but let that worry your son
For when he grows up and blown out of here
Have a (really)
(yearly)
non-de-plume bomb
Feeling tired one under Oh-
What you need is up so off you go
(Get up you know)
Whose conjectoral I'd recommend
Only if you like rocking
Intermingled an ounce of U double K
of Eastern (promised)
Without a (Thomas)
Raj Matazz
Nothing older than time nothing sweeter wine
physically, recklessly, hopelessly blind
Nothing I say
Nothing why today
rhymed