Luyện nghe bài hát Madame Geneva's

I'm a maker of ballads pretty
I write em right in the street
You can buy them all over the
Yours for a a sheet

I'm a pecker out of the printers
Out of the of Gin Lane
I'll write up a on a counter
Confessions and sins in the
Boys, confession and sins in the

Then you'll me in Madame Geneva's
the demons at bay
There's nothin like gin for drownin in
But always be back on a hangin day
On a day

They come over the cobbles
sit on their coffins of black
Some are dumb, some gabble
on brandy or sack

The pews are all of fine fellows
And the has set up her shop
As turnin em off at the gallows
She'll be sellin right the drop
Boys, sellin right the drop

Then you'll find me in Geneva's
Keepin the at bay
There's nothin like gin for drownin in
But they'll always be on a hangin day
On a day