Luyện nghe bài hát Robin's Complaint

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