Luyện nghe bài hát Madame Geneva's

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

I'm a word pecker out of the
Out of the dens of Gin
write up a scene on a counter
Confessions and in the main
Boys, confession and sins in the

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

come rattlin over the cobbles
They sit on coffins of black
Some are struck dumb, gabble
Top-heavy on or sack

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

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