Luyện nghe bài hát Thrupenny Tears

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

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

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

Meanwhile, I'm here in wonderland
A sight with flowers in hand
Pours his out till his thirst
For girls is satisfied

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

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

One more dancer
son, a song and dance of love

When I think of soap
And what makes so popular
The posing
In front of my

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

And his true colors
When no around
And his desktop
Are the best but

pain to paper reads
Like a at fame and greed
Just out loud, yeah

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,