Luyện nghe bài hát The Finger Of Lesotho

He smiled contentment
As he placed the in the box
Sealing up the wrapping
for the courier
The motorcycle messenger, riding the rain
To deliver the
To the of his latest flame
he now preoccupied
for the telephone
To confirm the
Of the parcel at her
The motorcycle messenger, arriving through the
at the doorbell
And the names
She smiled to
the surprise
But, then, she wasn't
Weather to believe she saw
her eyes
A ring
Of and gold
Still attached to the
Of the man whose fortune they'd stole
finger of Lesotho'