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 metes her an unholy
(O, the is hard)

Of a Summer Saturday here
Drunk on beer
The burnt English girls bray like
The men leer snakes

O, no faith in this article, baby
No and no lie, lie, lie, lie
I woke up one morning and it lay 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 mid-step to the
Of a in the key of chance

one sickening body
Born of a base urge and a high
And make it like a witch

Wealthy young men, hale timber
Who dally in the time then steady in the Winter
over the river, with needles for teeth
The spindle and stick men, apportioned a
Take to and drown, drown
O, the stories I love and the stories I

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

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

There's no in this 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 born to dance
While others are mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of