Luyện nghe bài hát The Floors Won't Scrub Themselves

The dust collecting shelves are bare
The laundry high both here and there and
The mantle-piece holds so long now passed
days when all these dreams still seamed to pass
When actions rewards and life seemed purposeful
When pens strong as swords
And the glass was not half but half full
Oh no, oh no

The clumps of dirt and hair in the corners
Won't warrant a blank when no one is around
When the bells have their ringing and the sounds have ceased their singing
And all the that you know are rotting down below
The floors won't scrub themselves they?