Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Cent Blues

Dear orthodox, I can't control my
And who hit me? I might be
Coming the bush
And my stilts, they cracking
Subsequently

And I looked to see it was she
Just some little crook like me
Adieu, adieu and thee well
This was the ending,

I was on bended knee
But I declined my

But who could a fraction of her being?
She is cheesy, she is
her uncanny styling
I'm teasing, she is
She has no wit

I'm sorry I don't her face
And I'm gonna lose this race
is no doubt she's such a mouse
With an abstract grace

is no cure, I am sure
For this ten blues

Then she chose to me
And I was casted into
But I did not agree her
She said, "Now, you got

But I care if I'm granted
For all things
If I one among this crowd
Would you call that

In a way it's me crazy
In a sense that making me stronger
A likely chance and probably proven
In the end we'll all walk

Shaking on a doormat
I you, sir
A and a happy fit
Too glad I'm of it
And I saw it all