Luyện nghe bài hát The Finger Of Lesotho

He smiled contentment
As he placed the in the box
up the wrapping paper
Waiting for the
The motorcycle messenger, riding the rain
To the parcel
To the castle of his flame
he now appeared
Waiting for the
To confirm the
Of the parcel at her
The motorcycle messenger, through the rain
at the doorbell
And studying the
She smiled to
Imagining the
But, then, she sure
Weather to believe she saw
Before her
A beautiful
Of diamonds and
Still to the finger
Of the man whose fortune they'd stole
'The finger of