Luyện nghe bài hát Song in the Key of Chance

In the chest of a hammers
And smelts a charge
As he smoothes sour from his moll's pony
And her an unholy barrage
(O, the is hard)

Of a rank Summer here
Drunk on beer
The burnt English girls bray mares
The men leer like

O, no faith in this article, baby
No and no lie, lie, lie, lie
I woke up one and it lay there beside me
It for me to ask why

But to reason a dry mouth and a half-open eye
Some people weren't to dance
While others are halted to the beat
Of a song in the key of

Make one sickening
Born of a base and a high mind
And make it swing a witch

Wealthy men, hale tall timber
Who dally in the Spring time then steady in the
While the river, with needles for teeth
The spindle and men, apportioned a grief
to drink and drown, drown
O, the stories I love and the stories I

The city are tired, give them something to drink
Take the weight of the wagon off of their shoulders
And the iron from feet

At the top of the morning, top, top, top of the
Is a look when you look, look,
Look into somebody's eyes and you
Is a look you look, look, look, look into somebody's eyes
And you know that they'd just as kill you as smile

There's no faith in this baby
No and lie, lie, lie, lie
I woke up one and it lay there beside me
It for me to ask why

But to with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
Some weren't born to dance
While others are halted to the beat
Of a in the key of chance