Luyện nghe bài hát Richard Cory

They say that richard cory owns one half of this town,
political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's child,
He had everything a man want: power, grace, and style.

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

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he
Richard cory at the opera, richard at a show.
And the of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy with 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 wish I could be,
Oh, I wish that I be
cory.

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

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