Luyện nghe bài hát The French Let Her

Poor Greta thought she'd do
On the West of the Wall
They went crazy down the
When she her last curtain call
(The let her be a domicile)

The leading lady of the Bolshy
She lived for dancing
But in the of matrimony
She only lived for

She still heard the of family
And friends, as she sat at cafe
Don't leave till you're sure you'll be happier
we'll never see you again

She saw her face on every
said she was the very best
She wasn't breathing they found her body
She stand it in the West