Luyện nghe bài hát Some Of Them Were Superstitious

Some of them were
Sitting with their backs the orchard
All of with mittens on their hands and feet
Were waiting for winter

Thousands on the
Well, I could join them there
And we dare not
But couldn't but holler, yeah

There's no use in
The joy from the new sun
I could wait for
Better if it comes

of them were superstitious
Watching them around the town square
of them were praising
While cold and simply they don't know better

Someone to them
Someone to keep track of
No, I don't them
I would holler, yeah

no use in hiding
The joy the bright new sun
Now you say you're
But will just bring you down

Can you machines like that?
Miles a day on tough and grass

I'm not sure if we will meet
I guess it depends on which you're in

Oh wait, you're gone, you're
So soon, so soon, so
But in the words for someone
And you're

So soon, so soon, so
And when you're gone, gone
And life, it for someone
You're someone, you're
someone