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 hair a shining
Of bus-conductress
Tales of and movement
Were in grip and groan

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

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

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

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

One more awful
Steptoe's son, a song and dance of

When I think of operas
And what them so popular
The answer's
In of my eyes

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

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

pain to paper reads
Like a lunge at and greed
crying out loud, yeah

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,