Luyện nghe bài hát January Git

I still believe in Sunday as a day of rest
And maybe it's I'm an Irishman
That I Dublin best
Still whose who are you to tell me I'm Fred
But let that worry your son
For when he grows up and gets blown out of
Have yourself bomb
Now introducing Maisie (Maisie) and on my
be
Both of are here now represented by
Our good U.V.I.P.
mundane conjectoral I'd recommend
Only if you rocking jazz
Intermingled an ounce of U double K
full of Raj Matazz
Close your and the door don't forge-t
If you do I take it you know what to
whose who are you to tell 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 A-tomic
Feeling tired one under Oh-
What you need is up so off you go
(Get up you know)
mundane conjectoral I'd recommend
Only if you like jazz
Intermingled with an ounce of U K
Full of (promised)
a doubting (Thomas)
Polynesian Raj
Nothing than time nothing sweeter than wine
Nothing physically, recklessly, hopelessly
I couldn't say
Nothing why today
Nothing