Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Cent Blues

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

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

I was on bended knee
But I declined my

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

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

There is no cure, I am
For ten cent blues

Then she to dissect me
And I was casted into
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 among this
Would you call defeat?

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

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