Luyện nghe bài hát Mason City

Came a card marked Mason
my forwarder.
Shut the door, let my dad see;
Read dear sir:
you account an upright gent-
lemen Aetna agreed and lent.
By the way, my fee is 2.6 percent.
Write again the widow
SASE.
I would guess be turned out though
I'll still my plea:
If the Dunlay heirs cannot be to care,
the Banker's Trust will surely think it fair
To not give extensions, as they dare.
Des Moines on several matters
And I anoint,
Ladle thick the flatters,
And comes 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.
the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake;
take the Marquette, take the Michigan Central,
to Madison for Christ's sake.
Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers,
on the make.
Up for on Crumb Hill
Get something to make my still.
But nowWait.
How are you my
Little tender crabs,
my knuckle duster.
You geeched that gow
Tried to break the bow:
Go wipe nose.
I'm just hanging out some noler knockums,
Just passing time waiting till my comes.
who got jackered,
My till your knockered,
Get on the snam.
The chivman wants chip;
dummy up then go dip:
You're turn.
I learned that the lowest of life is the buffer nabber,
Even worse the dicer stabber.