Luyện nghe bài hát Richard Cory

They say richard cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his around.
Born into society, a only child,
He had everything a man could power, grace, and style.

But I work in his
And I curse the life I'm
And I curse my
And I that I could be,
Oh, I that I could be,
Oh, I wish I could be
cory.

The papers print his picture everywhere he goes:
Richard cory at the opera, richard at a show.
And the of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he must be happy with everything he's got.

But I in his factory

And I curse the I'm living
And I curse my
And I wish I could be,
Oh, I that I could be,
Oh, I wish I could be
cory.

He freely gave to charity, he had the touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the headlines read:
"richard went home last night and put a bullet through his head."

But I work in his
And I the life I'm living
And I my poverty
And I wish that I be,
Oh, I wish I could be,
Oh, I wish that I be
cory.