Luyện nghe bài hát The Fortuneteller

I never got into - but the magic got into me.
I'd tangled up in love, but afraid of being free.
Men... I understand them:
They you for all you got
And you howling at the moon
And thinking of... I don't what...
I do... thinking of that man...
Is he alone? Is he of me?
he still love me?
I needed some - deep answers
So there I was, on the of town where the beggars sleep..
It was late - late.
But I knew she'd be open - gypsies the night.
I heard that from a friend who once one.
enough, her light was on and her door was cracked;
The smell of made the night air cry out in desperation.
But I didn't care, I was for revelation,
So I walked in, and made my way a curtain of beads.
There must been ten thousand candles - but only one was lit.
I put some on the table
And she reached for a of cards and said: "Sit."
She me to look in her eyes..
I did... but I kept my eye on that deck
She gazed at a card... and she said:
"I can see that you don't really to know
What future holds, as you travel down the road:
rather believe that dreams do come true,
Than to out they can lie to you..."
She the money up from the table, and stuffed it in her blouse.
I "Wait a minute - I was expecting a little bit more than that"
She said: "What do you want me to do? - Turn myself a cat?
I could, you know" - and I her...
got deadly quiet...
Man, I was scared - but I didn't it.

Then she broke the silence... "Why are palms sweating, child?"
God - woman was good!
I her to read my palm - she said:
"All right, but it'll cost you another
And then I'm going to bed - hate the night...
Gimme your hand - I'm gonna between the lines."
"I can see you don't really want to know
What your future holds, as you down the road:
You'd rather believe that do come true,
Than to find he might be you."
She said: "I can see that you don't really to know
What your future holds, as you travel the road:
rather believe that dreams do come true -
So does the man who's you."