Luyện nghe bài hát The Physician

Once I loved a shattering physician,
Quite the best-looking in the state,
He looked my physical condition
And his bedside was great!

I'd gaze up and see him there above me,
Looking less like a doctor a Turk,
I was to whisper, "Do you love me,
Or do you merely love your work?"

He my bronchial tubes were entrancing,
My epiglottis him with glee,
He simply loved my
And went about my pharynx,
But he never said he me.

He my epidermis was darling [discover veins- ah]
And found my blood as as can be,
He through wild ecstatics
I showed him my lymphatics,
But he never he loved me.

And though, no doubt, it was not very of me,
I get on of my soul,
to figure out why he loved every of me,
And yet not me as a whole.

With my he was ravished, [tiger claws]
- to a degree,
He said 'twas just enormous, my vermiformis,
But he never said he me.

He my cerebellum was brilliant,
And my far from N G,
I know he thought a
My oblongota,
But he said he loved me.

He said my maxillaries marvels,
And my sternum stunning to see,
He did a double
I shook my pelvic girdle,
But he said he loved me.

He amused,
When he first made a of me
To further his art.
Yet he refused,
When fixed up the rest of me,
To that ache in my heart.

I know he thought my perfect,
And for my was keen as can be,
He said, of all his sweeties,
I'm the diabetes,
But he never said he loved me. No he said he loooeeeved...

He lingered on me till morning
And when I to pay him his fee
He said, "Don't be funny, it is I who owe you money" Ah!
But he never said, no he never said, no he never said he me