Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallery

When I saw your gallery
I liked the ones of
you began to hang up me
You studied to me

In ice and greens and old jeans
And in the roses
you got into funny scenes
That all work discloses

Lady, don't love me, now I am
I am a saint, down your bed
I no heart, that's what you said
You said, "I can be
But let me be with you"

Somewhere in a
I a page about you
I see that now it's
Who cannot be you

I keep your house in fit
I the portraits daily
Your mail comes from everywhere
The writing looks ladies

Lady, please me now, I am dead
I am a saint, down your bed
I have no heart, that's what you
You said, "I can be
But let me be with you"

I you all my pretty years
we began to weather
And I was left to here
While you went west for

And now flying bock this way
Like some homing pigeon
They've your brain, you say
And changed you with

Lady, please love me now I was
I am no saint, turn down bed
Lady, have you no heart, that's what you
Well, I can be
But let me be with you

When I first saw gallery
I the ones of ladies
But now their follow me
And all their look shady