Luyện nghe bài hát Rusholme Ruffians

The last of the fair
By the big generator
A boy is
And his money is
And the air hangs heavy a dulling wine

She is
She is
An ring
Doesn't a thing
To a mind by brass
(Money)

And though I walk alone
I might walk home
But my in love is still devout

The last of the fair
From a on a whirling waltzer
Her ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous
(On her side)

From a seat on a waltzer
Her skirt for a watching eye
a hideous trait
(On her side)

And I walk home alone
I might walk home
But my in love is still devout

someone falls in love
And someone's up
Someone's up
And the senses being are mine

And someone falls in
And beaten up
And the being dulled are mine

And though I home alone
I might walk home
But my faith in love is still

This is the night of the fair
And the in the hair
Of a operator
Is all a tremulous requires

A schoolgirl is
She said, "How would I die
If I jumped the top of the parachutes?"
La

This is the night of the fair
And the grease in the
Of a speedway
Is all a heart requires

A is denied
She said, "How would I die
If I from the top of the parachutes?"
La

So my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you love me)
Scratch my name on your arm with a pen
(This means you really me)
Oh

And though I walk home
I just might walk home
But my faith in love is devout
I might walk home
But my in love is still devout

I might walk home
But my faith in love is still
La