Luyện nghe bài hát Not So Sweet Martha Lorraine

She in an attic concealed on a shelf
Behind volumes of literature based on
And runs across the like some tiny elf
Knowing it's hard to find
Stuff way in her mind
Winds up spending all of her
Trying to every line
Lorraine, ah sweet Lorraine.

Sweet lady of death me to die
So she can sit by my bedside and sigh
And wipe away the tears all my friends eyes
Then softly she explain
Just exactly who was to
For causing me to go
And blow out my brain
Lorraine, ah sweet Lorraine.

Well you that it's a shame and a pity
You raised up in the city
And you never learned nothing 'bout ways
Ah 'bout ways.

The joy of she dresses in black
With celestial secrets engraved in her
And her face flashing that she's got the knack
But you when you look into her eyes
All learned she's had to memorize
And the only way ever get her high
Is to let her do her thing and watch you die
Lorraine, ah sweet Lorraine.

Now she's the one who gives us all magical things
And us stories out of the I Ching
Then she passes out a new basket of rings
That when you put on hand
Makes you one of the Band
And you the power to be a man
But it does for her you never quite understand
Lorraine, ah sweet Lorraine.

Well you know that it's a and a pity
You were up in the city
And you learned nothing 'bout country ways
Oh country ways, oh 'bout country ways
Yeah about ways, oh country ways ...