Luyện nghe bài hát She Thinks I'm Old

Somewhat
A semblance of
Certainly better than many a
read in a while
But what me chuckle
Lo and
She I'm old
And too
and cold
She I'm old
A misconceit has hold
Good
The is quaint
And reading her
I is more fun
Then say the drying of paint
But it's sort of
In its own of way
She I'm grey
Why she so I can't say
She I'm grey
And no withering away
But I made it my obligation
Does not include
A girl could to aggravation
Boys never their patron's appearance
They'd never consider such gross
Boys are less in my estimation
My appearance mean 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
This deserves her chance
A good
Is all that she'll
Then she'll go on to
A first novel
The great will read
be the crème de le crème
The of the town
A prominent of world renown
While I on from the side
Glowing pride
how it all began
Content to remain in the
A girl-hating old man