Luyện nghe bài hát Thrupenny Tears

That reminds me of the time I
It's for sin and catholic guilt
Two later 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 thoughts in songs like
Of the honest truth be no trace
Just lying out

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

there 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 awful
Steptoe's son, a and dance of love

When I think of soap
And what makes so popular
The answer's
In of my eyes

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

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

Putting pain to reads
Like a lunge at fame and
crying out loud, yeah

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,