Luyện nghe bài hát Mason City

Came a card marked City
my forwarder.
Shut the door, let my dad see;
Read aloud dear
you account an upright gent-
lemen Life agreed and lent.
By the way, my fee is 2.6 percent.
Write again the widow
SASE.
I would guess be turned out though
still make my plea:
If the Dunlay cannot be seen to care,
Then the Banker's Trust will surely think it
To not give extensions, as they dare.
Write Des on several matters
And I anoint,
thick the pleasant flatters,
And then the point;
Mr. Nelson like to hear it said
As he's too proud, so I do it in his
He shall need an it read.
--Take the Oregon Short Line to Lake;
take the Pere Marquette, the Michigan Central,
to West Madison for sake.
Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers,
on the make.
Up for shade on Hill
Get to make my hands still.
But nowWait.
How are you my
Little tender crabs,
my knuckle duster.
You geeched gazoon's gow
Tried to into the bow:
Go your nose.
I'm just hanging out some noler knockums,
Just time waiting till my stack comes.
who got jackered,
My snapper your knockered,
Get on the snam.
The chivman your chip;
Better up then go dip:
You're turn.
I learned that the lowest of life is the buffer nabber,
Even worse than the stabber.