Luyện nghe bài hát She Thinks I'm Old

Somewhat
A of style
better than many a letter
I've read in a
But what me chuckle
Lo and
She I'm old
And too
and cold
She I'm old
A has taken hold
Good
The is quaint
And her prose
I is more fun
Then say the drying of paint
But it's sort of
In its own of way
She thinks I'm
Why she so I can't say
She I'm grey
And no doubt away
But I made it clear my
not include communication
A could lead to aggravation
never question their patron's appearance
They'd never consider such gross
Boys are less in my estimation
My appearance should as little to her
As to me
Is she or dark?
Fat or
or tall?
I've no idea and no to know
does it matter?
She has a
That's what
A brain and a wit and a turn of phrase
girl deserves her chance
A education
Is all that need
Then go on to write
A first novel
The great Liberaty will
She'll be the crème de le
The talk of the
A prominent author of renown
While I on from the side
with pride
Knowing how it all
Content to in the shadows
A girl-hating old man