Luyện nghe bài hát Thrupenny Years

That reminds me of the I felt
It's for sin and catholic guilt
Two later to the day
I had reason to
With her hair a shining
Of bus-conductress
of music and movement
Were told in grip and
But to put thoughts
In like theirs
Of the truth
be no trace
Just out loud

Meanwhile back in wonderland
A sorry with flowers in hand
Pours his heart out his thirst
For college is satisfied
there with ego
Proudly on
All the I'm thinking
Well, well, we go
Another perfect of grief
Brings the down to its knees
By dying out

One more awful
Steptoe's son a song and of love
When I of soap operas
And what makes them so
The posing in front 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
Putting pain to reads
Like a at fame and greed
Just out loud