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, crumbled
Never tomahawk chops

A flaky dandruff is distinguish
Ed is red vain is the varnish

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

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

Mississippi is a sometimes
And not when it rains
How come you went back to that island
our friendship is strained

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

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

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