Luyện nghe bài hát Mason City

Came a card marked Mason
my forwarder.
Shut the door, don't let my dad
aloud dear sir:
Understanding you account an upright
Aetna 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
I'll make my plea:
If the Dunlay heirs cannot be to care,
the Banker's Trust will surely think it fair
To not extensions, as they musn't dare.
Write Des Moines on matters
And I anoint,
Ladle thick the flatters,
And then the point;
Mr. Nelson wouldn't to hear it said
As he's too proud, so I do it in his
He shall need an it read.
--Take the Short Line to Salt Lake;
the Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central,
to West for Christ's sake.
Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers,
on the make.
Up for shade on Hill
Get something to make my still.
But nowWait.
How are you my
tender footed crabs,
Meet my duster.
You that gazoon's gow
Tried to break into the
Go your nose.
I'm just hanging out some noler knockums,
Just time waiting till my stack comes.
who got jackered,
My till your knockered,
Get on the snam.
The wants your chip;
Better up then go dip:
outta turn.
I learned that the lowest of life is the buffer nabber,
Even worse than the stabber.