Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of Joy

Have on me, sir
Allow me to on you
I no place to stay
And my bones are cold right

I will you a story
Of a man and his
And I swear that it is

Ten years ago I met a girl Joy
She was a and happy thing
Her eyes bright blue jewels
And we were in the spring

I had no what happiness
And little love could
Or what life had in
But all things toward their end
All move toward their end
On you can be sure
Hit it

Then one morning I to find her weeping
And for many days to
She so sad and lonely
Became Joy in only
her breast
There launched an unnamed
And a dark and grim set sail

Farewell fields
Where joy forever
horrors hail
Was it an act of
Or some awful

As if she saw the heart
Of her final 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 them Hilda, Hattie and Holly
were their mother's children
Their eyes were bright blue
And they were quiet as a

was no laughter in the house
No, not for Hilda, Hattie or
"No wonder", said
"Poor Joy's so melancholy"

Well, one night there a visitor to our little home
I was visiting a sick
I was a then
Joy and the girls on their own

Joy had been bound with tape
In her a gag
been stabbed repeatedly
And into 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 the same as my wife's

It was midnight when I arrived
to the police 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 victim's
The police are investigating at tremendous
In my he wrote, "His red right hand"

That, I'm told is from Lost
The wind round here wicked cold
But my is nearly told
I fear the morning bring quite a frost

So I've my home
I drift from to land
I am upon your
And you are a man

Outside the vultures
The howl, the serpents hiss
And to extend small favor, friend
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?