Luyện nghe bài hát She Thinks I'm Old

Somewhat
A semblance of
Certainly better than a letter
I've read in a
But what me chuckle
Lo and
She I'm old
And too
Perhaps and
She I'm old
A misconceit has taken
punctuation
The is quaint
And reading her
I suppose is fun
Then say the drying of paint
But it's sort of
In its own of way
She I'm grey
Why she thinks so I say
She I'm grey
And no withering away
But I made it my obligation
Does not include
A girl could lead to
Boys never question patron's appearance
They'd consider such gross interference
are less trouble in my estimation
My should mean as little to her
As to me
Is she or dark?
Fat or
Short or
I've no idea and no to know
What it matter?
She has a
That's matters
A brain and a wit and a fearless of phrase
This girl her chance
A education
Is all that need
Then she'll go on to
A triumphant novel
The Liberaty will read
She'll be the de le crème
The of the town
A author of world renown
While I look on from the
Glowing with
how it all began
Content to remain in the
A grey old man