Luyện nghe bài hát The Days Of Pearly Spencer

A tenement, a dirty
Walked and worn by shoeless
Inside it's and so complete
by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child's
as the shadows race
Through and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight's brightness

The days of Spencer
The is almost run

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

The of Pearly Spencer
The race is run

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

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

A tenement, a dirty
Remember worn and shoeless
how you stood to beat
The way your life had
So don't you shed more tears
For those best forgotten
tenements are memories
Of where risen from

The of Pearly Spencer
The race is won