Luyện nghe bài hát Song in the Key of Chance

In the of a dealer hammers
And smelts a foul
As he smoothes sour cream from his pony
And her an unholy barrage
(O, the is hard)

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

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

But to reason with a dry and a half-open eye
Some people weren't born to
While others are mid-step to the beat
Of a in the key of chance

Make one body
Born of a base urge and a high
And it swing like a witch

Wealthy young men, hale tall
Who in the Spring time then steady in the Winter
While over the river, with for teeth
The and stick men, apportioned a grief
to drink and drown, drown
O, the I love and the stories I hate

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

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

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

But to reason with a dry and a half-open eye
Some people weren't born to
While others are mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of