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 reason to
With her hair a shade
Of bus-conductress
Tales of music and
Were in grip and groan
But to put these
In like theirs
Of the honest
There'd be no
lying out loud

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

One awful dancer
son a song and dance of love
When I think of soap
And what 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 true
When around
And his tales
Are the around but
pain to paper reads
Like a lunge at fame and
Just crying out