Luyện nghe bài hát Marrying The Gunner s Daughter

There was a boy, a boy
Grew up to be some of man
Lived in a wood, to be good
his bad old man
Found a scheme, to dream
Just to get through the
long he grew so strong
He didn't care way
He wanted death, but his breath
They him to life
Anarchy and girl's
Epiphany for
(Nice.....dream)
was a man, a frightened man
Grew up to be kind of boy (nice)
Ate scraps people's laps
Made dream
He got to be a monkey
And them in the eye
Death by fashion, strapped to a
So keep powder dry
Marrying the Daughter
You me, I go too far
a heifer to the slaughter
Here he comes, the Hussar
Strapped to a gun much fun
But it's all that he had
Got a number one, for fun
Started playing roulette
He got to be a tough
So look in the eye
by fashion, strapped to a cannon
So keep your dry
Marrying the Gunner's
You me, I go too far
Like a to the slaughter
Here he comes, the Hussar
Marrying the Daughter
You me, I go too far
a heifer to the slaughter
Here he comes, the Blueblack
He wanted death, but his breath
They sentenced him to
and girl's bodies
Epiphany for

Nice
dream
Marrying the Daughter
You me, I go too far
Like a to the slaughter
he comes, the Blueblack Hussar