Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs Green

Miserable Mrs. sit by yourself and think awhile
Of all that once could have instead of what is now
Well how does it even feel, you're no longer Butterfly
And yesterdays operas have quickly you by

Mrs. Green, older
But really no more cleaver
Things that you thinking
I am thinking I never think at all

of photographs held in your Eisenhower hands
Newer intellect could never understand
You yourself apart all for the neighborhood and kids
And forgave yourself for acting as you did

Mrs. Green, you're
But you're no more cleaver
Things that you were
I am I will never think at all

Where is your family and why did they lock you up
And what they talk about after you have died
Who scared the birds by lining the nest with demands
And an iron first but not a helping hand

Mrs. Green, you're
But you're really no cleaver
Things that you thinking
I am I will never

Mrs. Green I
not as happy as you can be
As you watch my next leaf
You're turning green with envy me