Luyện nghe bài hát Onion Soup

Thin and unshaved, and mysterious
Oh, I say lifestyle is curious

a little touch of the sniffles
And filthy
Gnawed, fingernails
doing tomahawk chops

A flaky head is distinguish
Ed lacquer is red is the varnish

What is at the root of
She'll say, got
What do you possess
say, which I have not

One day we rode out
To the
We saw and amazed
hauled it back into town again

Mississippi is a mess
And not only when it
How you went back to that malaria island
'Cause our is strained

Those were the
you were so cosmopolitan
These are the
My letters so maudlin

I you an eloquent postcard once
About most exquisite onion soup
But of I never mailed though
'Cause it was your turn in the loop,

were the days
When you were so
are the days
My letters they're increasingly