Luyện nghe bài hát So Many Fools

Is there no such thing as
Is it to not slip
Past the point of genial with a
Implying something
This is what the young wonders
As her races, thunders,
Trying to drown out the blunders
Of a man at war
the fact that he could be
Her father twice and she,
A of sound mind and body,
Was not meant for as he.
Must a man be so
When he sees his ship is
Will he always try to the
Wing of one who can fly?
This is what the young ponders
As she does, her vision
Trying not to how much fonder
the old man's eye
Down upon her and face
she might like the chase
But knowing still he has no place
As he shows his disgrace.
Will my life be like ever?
Must I laugh and call them
Or else and scratch and claw in
at so many fools?
This is the young girl muses
As she shame and loses
Leaving but so many bruises
Made by unseen
by a strengthless hand
Which could not to understand
How quickly it kills, though
spirit into sand.