Luyện nghe bài hát She's Too Much For My Mirror

She's too for my mirror
She almost make me it
The way she abuse it make me wanna use it
Well, mend yer and mind yer soul

Ole Chicago, she's, uh, woman
Make, uh, man, uh, bum
She howl the wind make me heart grow cold
Make me for that little red fum

She makes things fly and she makes roll
She got me way over and I'm hungry and cold
I remember m' told me I oughta be choosy
That was way back when I she was m' friend
Now I find out she's, uh,

I remember the butterflies and the sweet smell uh
And the bubbling fish in that pond
Ooh, Lousey, ooh, Lousey, how I long for you, how I for you?
too much for my mirror
That little oh how I fear her, ooh, Lousey