Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of Joy

Have on me, sir
Allow me to on you
I have no place to
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 named Joy
She was a and happy thing
Her eyes were bright blue
And we married in the spring

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

Then one morning I awoke to her weeping
And for many to follow
She grew so sad and
Became Joy in name
her breast
There launched an sorrow
And a dark and grim set sail

happy fields
Where joy forever
Hail hail
Was it an act of
Or awful premonition

As if she saw into the
Of her blood-soaked night
Those lunatic eyes, hungry kitchen knife
Ah I see sir, I have your attention!

Well, it be?
How often asked that question
Well, then in succession
We had babies, one, two,

We called Hilda, Hattie and Holly
They were their mother's
Their eyes bright blue jewels
And were quiet as a mouse

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

Well, one night there came a to our little home
I was visiting a sick
I was a doctor
Joy and the were on their own

Joy had been bound electrical tape
In her a gag
She'd been repeatedly
And into a sleeping bag

In their very cots my were robbed of their lives
Method of murder the same as my wife's
of murder much the same as my wife's

It was midnight I arrived home
Said to the on the telephone
Someone's four innocent lives
They never the man
still on the loose

It seems he has done many more
John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood
The police are investigating at tremendous
In my he wrote, "His red right hand"

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

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

Outside the wheel
The howl, the serpents hiss
And to extend this favor, friend
Would be the sum of bliss
Do you me a friend?

The sun to me is
And silent as the
Do you, sir, have a
Are you me in?