Luyện nghe bài hát Thrupenny Years

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

Meanwhile back in wonderland
A sorry sight with flowers in
Pours his heart out his thirst
For college is satisfied
Standing there ego
on tip-toe
All the I'm thinking
Well, well, we go
Another song of grief
Brings the down to its knees
By out loud

One more dancer
Steptoe's son a song and of love
When I of soap operas
And what them so popular
The answer's posing in front of my

Here our hero in hand-me-downs
Strutting to the of
'Send in the
his true colours
When no-one's
And his tales
Are the best but
Putting to paper reads
Like a at fame and greed
Just crying out