Luyện nghe bài hát Marron's Glance

We are lost we are
some of us in despair
Though we may not the answers
But for we know how we fare
For us all do practice
We get one chance
And God help those who
In front of glance.

We are if not believers
And we all will our day
And for some it may come
And for go the same way
For he all
For all the to see
And to hell with Marron
he criticises me.

With name high on the hoardings
And dreams way up in lights
An' conscious of the critic
For the moving finger
As he dishes out the
Still we love him just the
But the take ya', Marron
When pen grows tired and tame.