Luyện nghe bài hát Song of Joy

Have on me, sir
me to impose 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 that it is
Ten ago I met a girl named joy
She was a sweet and thing
Her eyes were blue jewels
And we were in the spring
I had no idea what happiness and little could bring
Or life had in store
But all things toward their end
All things move toward their end
On that you can be
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one morning I awoke to find her weeping
And for many to follow
She grew so sad and
joy in name only
Within her breast there launched an sorrow
And a and grim force set sail
* farewell fields *
* where joy dwells *
* horrors hail *
Was it an act of contrition or some awful
As if she saw into the heart of her blood-soaked

Those lunatic eyes, that kitchen knife
Ah, I see sir, that I have attention!
Well, it be?
How often asked that question
Well, in quick succession
We had babies, one, two,
We called them hilda, and holly
They were their children
eyes were bright blue jewels
And they were quiet as a
was no laughter in the house
No, not from hilda, hattie or
No wonder, people said, poor
so melancholy
Well, one night there a visitor to our little home
I was visiting a friend
I was a doctor
Joy and the were on their own
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Joy had been bound electrical tape
In her a gag
been stabbed repeatedly
And into a sleeping bag
In their very cots my girls were robbed of lives
of murder much the same as my wife's
Method of much the same as my wife's
It was midnight when I arrived
Said to the on the telephone
Someone's taken innocent lives
never caught the man
He's still on the
It seems he has done many more
Quotes john milton on the walls in the blood
The are investigating at tremendous cost
In my house he * his red right hand *
That, I'm told is paradise lost
The wind round here wicked cold
But my story is nearly
I fear the morning will bring a frost
And so I've left my
I drift from land to
I am upon your and you are a family man
the vultures wheel
The wolves howl, the serpents
And to extend this small favour,
be the sum of earthly bliss
Do you reckon me a
* the sun to me is *
* and silent as the *
Do you, sir, a room?
Are you me in?
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Note: lines asterisks by john milton