Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Cent Blues

Dear orthodox, I can't my feelings
And who hit me? I might be
round the bush
And my stilts, began cracking
pushed

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

I was attached on knee
But I my leave

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

I'm sorry I have her face
And I'm gonna lose this race
There is no she's such a mouse
With such an grace

is no cure, I am sure
For this ten cent

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

But I don't care if I'm
For all things
If I were one this crowd
Would you that defeat?

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

Shaking hands on a
I you, sir
A stranger and a fit
Too I'm part of it
And I saw it all