Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Joy

Have on me, sir
Allow me to on you
I no place to stay
And my are cold right through
I tell you a story
Of a man and his
And I swear it is true
Ten years ago I met a girl joy
She was a and happy thing
Her were bright blue jewels
And we were married in the
I had no idea what happiness and little love bring
Or what life had in
But all things toward their end
All move toward their their end
On you can be sure
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Then one morning I awoke to find her
And for many days to
She so sad and lonely
Became joy in name
Within her breast there launched an unnamed
And a dark and force set sail
* farewell fields *
* where joy dwells *
* hail horrors *
Was it an act of contrition or some awful
As if she saw the heart of her final blood-soaked

Those lunatic eyes, that hungry knife
Ah, I see sir, that I have attention!
Well, it be?
How often I've asked question
Well, in quick succession
We had babies, one, two,
We them hilda, hattie and holly
were their mother's children
Their eyes were bright jewels
And were quiet as a mouse
There was no in the house
No, not from hilda, hattie or
No wonder, said, poor mother
Joy's so
Well, one night there a visitor to our little home
I was visiting a sick
I was a doctor
Joy and the were on their own
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Joy had bound with electrical tape
In her a gag
She'd been stabbed
And stuffed into a bag
In very cots my girls were robbed of their lives
Method of murder much the as my wife's
Method of murder much the as my wife's
It was midnight when I arrived
Said to the on the telephone
taken four innocent lives
They never the man
He's on the loose
It seems he has done many more
Quotes john milton on the walls in the blood
The police are investigating at cost
In my house he wrote * his red hand *
That, I'm told is paradise lost
The wind round gets wicked cold
But my story is nearly
I fear the morning will bring a frost
And so I've my home
I drift land to land
I am upon your and you are a family man
the vultures wheel
The wolves howl, the hiss
And to extend this favour, friend
Would be the sum of bliss
Do you reckon me a
* the sun to me is *
* and as the moon *
Do you, sir, have a
Are you me in?
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Note: between asterisks by john milton