Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of Joy

Have on me, sir
me to impose 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 it is true

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

I had no what happiness
And little love bring
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 to follow
She grew so sad and
Joy in name only
Within her
There an unnamed sorrow
And a dark and force set sail

Farewell happy
joy forever dwells
Hail hail
Was it an act of
Or some premonition

As if she saw into the
Of her final night
lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
Ah I see sir, that I your attention!

Well, it be?
How often I've asked that
Well, in quick succession
We had babies, one, two,

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

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

Well, one night there came a visitor to our home
I was a sick friend
I was a then
Joy and the were on their own

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

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

It was midnight when I arrived
to the police on the telephone
Someone's four innocent lives
They never the man
He's still on the

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

That, I'm told is Paradise Lost
The round here gets wicked cold
But my story is told
I fear the will bring quite a frost

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

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

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