Luyện nghe bài hát Richard Cory (alternate version)

They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this town
With political connections to spread his around
Born into society, a only child
He had everything a man could want, power, grace and

But I work in his
And I curse the life I'm
And I curse my
And I wish I could be

Oh, I that I could be
Oh, I that I could be
Cory

The papers print his picture almost he goes
Richard at the opera, Richard Cory at a show
And the rumor of his and the orgies on his yacht
Oh, he surely must be happy everything he's got

But I work in his
And I curse the I'm living
And I curse my
And I wish that I be

Oh, I wish I could be
Oh, I wish that I be
Cory

He gave to charity, he had the common touch
And they were for his patronage and thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening read
"Richard Cory went home last and put a bullet through his head"

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 I could be
Oh, I that I could be
Cory