Luyện nghe bài hát Thrupenny Tears

That me of the time I felt
time for sin and catholic guilt
Two later to the day
I had reason to

her hair a shining shade
Of bus-conductress
of music and movement
Were told in grip and

But to put these thoughts in like theirs
Of the honest truth there'd be no
lying out loud

Meanwhile, I'm back in wonderland
A sorry sight with in hand
Pours his heart out his thirst
For college is satisfied

Standing with ego
Proudly on
All the time I'm
Well, well, we go

Another perfect song of
Brings the down to its knees
By dying out

One more dancer
Steptoe's son, a song and of love

When I think of operas
And what makes them so
The answer's
In front of my

comes our hero
In
And he's to the strain
Of 'Send in the

And his true colors
no one's around
And his tales
Are the around but

Putting pain to reads
a lunge at fame and greed
Just crying out loud,

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,