Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Joy

Have on me, sir
Allow me to on you
I have no to stay
And my bones are cold through
I tell you a story
Of a man and his
And I that it is true
Ten ago I met a girl named joy
She was a sweet and thing
Her eyes were bright blue
And we were married in the
I had no idea what and little love could bring
Or what life had in
But all things move their end
All things toward their their end
On you can be sure
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Then one morning I awoke to her weeping
And for many days to
She grew so sad and
joy in name only
Within her breast there an unnamed sorrow
And a dark and grim force set
* farewell fields *
* joy forever dwells *
* horrors hail *
Was it an act of or some awful premonition
As if she saw the heart of her final blood-soaked

Those lunatic eyes, hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see sir, that I have attention!
Well, it be?
How often asked that question
Well, then in quick
We had babies, one, two,
We called them hilda, and holly
were their mother's children
Their eyes were blue jewels
And they were quiet as a
was no laughter in the house
No, not from hilda, or holly
No wonder, said, poor mother
Joy's so
Well, one night came a visitor to our little home
I was visiting a sick
I was a then
Joy and the girls were on own
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Joy had been with electrical tape
In her a gag
She'd been stabbed
And stuffed a sleeping bag
In their very my girls were robbed of their lives
Method of much the same as my wife's
Method of murder much the same as my
It was midnight when I home
Said to the on the telephone
Someone's taken four innocent
never caught the man
He's on the loose
It he has done many many more
john milton on the walls in the victim's blood
The are investigating at tremendous cost
In my house he wrote * his red right *
That, I'm told is from paradise
The wind round here wicked cold
But my story is told
I the morning will bring quite a frost
And so I've my home
I drift from to land
I am upon your step and you are a man
Outside the wheel
The wolves howl, the serpents
And to extend small favour, friend
Would be the sum of bliss
Do you reckon me a
* the sun to me is *
* and silent as the *
Do you, sir, have a
Are you me in?
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Note: between asterisks by john milton