Luyện nghe bài hát Rusholme Ruffians

The night of the fair
By the big wheel
A boy is
And his is grabbed
And the air heavy like a dulling wine

She is
She is
An engagement
Doesn't mean a
To a mind consumed by
(Money)

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

The last of the fair
From a seat on a whirling
Her skirt ascends for a eye
a hideous trait
(On her side)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

is the last night of the fair
And the in the hair
Of a operator
Is all a heart requires

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

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

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

I walk home alone
But my faith in love is devout
La