Luyện nghe bài hát She Thinks I'm Old

Somewhat
A semblance of
better than many a letter
I've read in a
But makes me chuckle
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 drying of
But sort of funny
In its own of way
She I'm grey
Why she so I can't say
She thinks I'm
And no withering away
But I made it clear my
Does not communication
A girl lead to aggravation
Boys never their patron's appearance
They'd never consider such gross
are less trouble in my estimation
My appearance should as little to her
As to me
Is she fair or
Fat or
Short or
I've no idea and no wish to
What it matter?
She has a
That's what
A brain and a wit and a fearless of phrase
This girl her chance
A good
Is all that she'll
Then go on to write
A triumphant novel
The great Liberaty read
She'll be the crème de le
The talk of the
A prominent author of world
I look on from the side
Glowing pride
how it all began
Content to remain in the
A grey old man