Luyện nghe bài hát Thrupenny Years

That me of the time I felt
It's for sin and catholic guilt
Two years to the day
I had to confess
With her a shining shade
Of blonde
of music and movement
Were in grip and groan
But to put these
In songs like
Of the honest
There'd be no
Just out loud

Meanwhile here in wonderland
A sorry sight with flowers in
his heart out till his thirst
For girls is satisfied
there with ego
Proudly on
All the time I'm
Well, well, we go
perfect song of grief
Brings the down to its knees
By out loud

One awful dancer
Steptoe's son a and dance of love
When I of soap operas
And what makes them so
The answer's in front of my eyes

Here our hero in hand-me-downs
to the strain of
'Send in the
Troops his true
When around
And his tales
Are the best but
Putting pain to reads
Like a lunge at and greed
Just out loud