Luyện nghe bài hát The Days Of Pearly Spencer

A tenement, a street
Walked and worn by feet
Inside it's long and so
by a shivering sun
Old in a small child's face
Watching as the race
Through walls and cracks and leave no
And daylight's brightness

The of Pearly Spencer
The race is run

Nose pressed on frosted glass
as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no
Stumbles on
trees smother the air
But they stand and stare
Through that neither know nor care
the grass is gone

The of Pearly Spencer
The is almost run

Pearly where's your white skin
What's stubble on your chin
buried in the rot gut gin
You and lost not won
You played a that can't be beat
Now look your head's in defeat
You too far along the street
Where rats can run

The of Pearly Spencer
The is almost run
The days of Pearly
The is almost run
The race is run

A tenement, a dirty
Remember and shoeless feet
how you stood to beat
The way your had gone
So Pearly don't you shed more
For those best forgotten
Those tenements are
Of where you've from

The days of Spencer
The race is won