Luyện nghe bài hát Thrupenny Years

That me of the time I felt
It's time for sin and guilt
Two years to the day
I had to confess
her hair a shining shade
Of blonde
of music and movement
Were told in and groan
But to put these
In like theirs
Of the truth
be no trace
Just lying out

Meanwhile back in wonderland
A sorry with flowers in hand
his heart out till his thirst
For girls is satisfied
Standing with ego
on tip-toe
All the I'm thinking
Well, well, we go
Another perfect of grief
Brings the house down to its
By out loud

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

comes our hero in hand-me-downs
Strutting to the of
in the Clowns'
Troops his colours
When around
And his desk-top
Are the best but
Putting pain to paper
Like a lunge at and greed
crying out loud