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 never use it
Well, mend yer and mind yer soul

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

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

I remember the and the sweet smell uh corn
And the bubbling fish in lil' pond
Ooh, Lousey, ooh, Lousey, how I long for you, how I long for
too much for my mirror
That little floosey oh how I her, ooh, Lousey