Luyện nghe bài hát Onion Soup

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

With a touch of the sniffles
And filthy
Gnawed, fingernails
Never tomahawk chops

A head dandruff is distinguish
Ed lacquer is red vain is the

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

One blustery day we out
To the
We saw and were
hauled it back into town again

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

Those the days
When you were so
are the days
My letters so maudlin

I wrote you an postcard once
About most exquisite onion soup
But of course I never mailed
it was your turn in the loop, loop

Those were the
you were so cosmopolitan
These are the
My letters they're maudlin