Luyện nghe bài hát Thrupenny Years

That me of the time I felt
time for sin and catholic guilt
Two years to the day
I had reason to
With her hair a shade
Of blonde
of music and movement
Were in grip and groan
But to put these
In songs theirs
Of the truth
be no trace
Just lying out

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

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

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