Luyện nghe bài hát Jolson and Jones

As the grossness of spring lolls its head the window
As the of spring lolls its bloodshot head
Curare! Curare! Curare!
Brogue from the street
Curare! Curare!
As the of spring rose
A tumor balloon to against the window
With the grossness of spring into the walls
The chair had been ever so slightly
Say five feet or two
The prints of my fingers from doorknobs
A had been dimmed
Some sawdust where a ring had
nice girls were turned into whores
Gardens fountains where peacocks had strutted
Where deaf were born
The splendor of turning to gold in the desert
meadows of stranded pyramids
boy
such a boy
a song in the air
Curare! Curare! Curare!
But the fair senorita don't seem to
Curare! Curare! Curare!
As the grossness of spring lolls its head against the
As the grossness of lolls its bloodshot head
I got up so slowly
Shuffled the floor
Closed the on the landing
Descending the
Dipping into the
The street
Brogue "Good afternoon!"
I say "Good afternoon!"
"It's a afternoon"
"Yes, a lovely afternoon"I
Into pockets unstitching so weighted with
Into eyes on mazes of sins
The puddle beneath the
Bobbing on a mild chop rolled in
Off the river Dix and the water beyond
says
"I'LL PUNCH A IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY"
me
"I'LL A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY"

"I'LL PUNCH A IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY"
"I'LL PUNCH A IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY"
boy
Such a boy
In her voice, a flaw
boy
Such a boy
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