Luyện nghe bài hát The Days Of Pearly Spencer

A tenement, a street
and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it's and so complete
Watched by a sun
Old eyes in a small child's
Watching as the shadows
Through walls and cracks and no trace
And brightness shuns

The days of Spencer
The is almost run

Nose pressed hard on glass
Gazing as the swollen
On concrete fields where no grass
Stumbles on
Iron smother the air
But withering they and stare
Through eyes that neither nor care
Where the is gone

The days of Spencer
The race is run

Pearly where's your milk white
What's that stubble on chin
buried in the rot gut gin
You played and not won
You a house 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 Spencer
The race is run
The race is run

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

The days of Pearly
The race is won