Luyện nghe bài hát Robin's Complaint

Beware of the women who grind up hearts
chew the four chambers and spit out all the parts.
They paint their faces such Byzantine arts
And leave you up in the morning.
Beware of the women who promise blue
There's tornado warnings in the of their saof eyes.
a weather forecaster, practiced in their lies
They'll you a disaster in the morning.
Beware of the who open like fields
You can all their furrows and count up all their yields,
But then John Deere comes by his newfangled wheels
And you with the children in the morning.