Luyện nghe bài hát The Fortuneteller

I never got magic - but the magic got into me.
I'd been tangled up in love, but of being free.
Men... I understand them:
take you for all you got
And you howling at the moon
And thinking of... I know what...
Yeah I do... thinking of man...
Is he Is he thinking of me?
Does he still me?
I needed some answers - answers
So there I was, on the side of town where the sleep..
It was - real late.
But I knew be open - gypsies love the night.
I heard that from a friend who once one.
Sure enough, her light was on and her door was
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 through a of beads.
There must have ten thousand candles - but only one was lit.
I put some on the table
And she reached for a deck of and said: "Sit."
She me to look in her eyes..
I did... but I also kept my eye on that
She gazed at a card... and she said:
"I can see you don't really want to know
What your future holds, as you travel down the
You'd rather that dreams do come true,
Than to out they can lie to you..."
She picked the money up the table, and stuffed it in her blouse.
I said: "Wait a - I was expecting a little bit more than that"
She said: "What do you want me to do? - Turn myself into a
I could, you know" - and I her...
Everything got quiet...
Man, I was - but I didn't show it.

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