Luyện nghe bài hát Song in the Key of Chance

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

Of a rank Summer Saturday
on domestic beer
The burnt English girls bray mares
The men like snakes

O, there's no in this 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 mouth and a eye
Some people born to dance
While others are halted to the beat
Of a song in the key of

one sickening body
Born of a base and a high mind
And make it swing like a

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

The city horses are tired, give them something to
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 when you look, look, look, look into somebody's
And you know that they'd just as kill you as smile

There's no faith in article 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 reason a dry mouth and a half-open eye
Some people weren't to dance
While others are halted mid-step to the
Of a in the key of chance