Luyện nghe bài hát She Thinks I'm Old

Somewhat
A semblance of
Certainly better many a letter
read in a while
But what makes me
Lo and
She I'm old
And too
Perhaps and
She I'm old
A misconceit has hold
Good
The is quaint
And her prose
I suppose is fun
Then say watching the of paint
But sort of funny
In its own of way
She thinks I'm
Why she so I can't say
She I'm grey
And no doubt withering
But I it clear my obligation
Does not communication
A girl could to aggravation
never question their patron's appearance
They'd never consider such interference
are less trouble in my estimation
My appearance mean as little to her
As to me
Is she fair or
Fat or
Short or
I've no and no wish to know
What does it
She has a
That's matters
A brain and a wit and a fearless of phrase
This girl deserves her
A good
Is all she'll need
she'll go on to write
A triumphant first
The great Liberaty read
She'll be the crème de le
The talk of the
A prominent of world renown
I look on from the side
Glowing pride
how it all began
Content to in the shadows
A girl-hating old man