Luyện nghe bài hát Thrupenny Years

That reminds me of the time I
It's time for sin and guilt
Two later to the day
I had to confess
With her hair a shining
Of bus-conductress
Tales of music and
Were told in grip and
But to put thoughts
In songs like
Of the truth
There'd be no
Just out loud

Meanwhile here in wonderland
A sight with flowers in hand
Pours his out till his thirst
For college girls is
Standing there ego
Proudly on
All the I'm thinking
Well, well, we go
Another perfect of grief
Brings the down to its knees
By out loud

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

Here comes our hero in
Strutting to the of
'Send in the
Troops his colours
no-one's around
And his tales
Are the best but
Putting to paper reads
Like a lunge at and greed
Just crying out