Luyện nghe bài hát Thrupenny Tears

That me of the time I felt
It's for sin and catholic guilt
Two years to the day
I had reason to

With her a shining shade
Of bus-conductress
of music and movement
Were in grip and groan

But to put these in songs like theirs
Of the honest there'd be no trace
Just out loud

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

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

perfect song of greed
Brings the house down to its
By dying out

One awful dancer
son, a song and dance of love

When I of soap operas
And what makes them so
The posing
In front of my

comes our hero
In
And he's strutting to the
Of in the clowns'

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

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

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,