Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Cent Blues

Dear orthodox, I can't my feelings
And who hit me? I just be
Coming the bush
And my stilts, they began
pushed

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

I was attached on bended
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 have her face
And I'm gonna lose this race
There is no doubt such a mouse
With such an abstract

There is no cure, I am
For this ten blues

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

But I care if I'm granted
For all these
If I were one this crowd
you call that defeat?

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

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