Luyện nghe bài hát Thrupenny Tears

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

her hair a shining shade
Of bus-conductress
Tales of music and
told in grip and groan

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

Meanwhile, I'm back here in
A sorry with flowers in hand
Pours his heart out till his
For college girls is

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

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

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

When I of soap operas
And what makes so popular
The answer's
In front of my

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,