Luyện nghe bài hát Time That Bald Sexton

I got no of time
The second hand
Me, oh, so

And insults my now
For I my
Mood to me

I walk your room
Prepared with reasons why I join
You for whole afternoon

I got one day
Of it all down
And oh, so I go

I must all my time by
this old clock setter
By his bald forelock

All on the job
My life quickly shortening
And and only half done

Can't remember how old I am
Not one to sit
I look so busy, you

not anymore to
Ask for my
Not a

I must all my time by
Grabbing clock setter
By his forelock

And at this very same
this task at hand
The one that landed in my lap

folks refuse to see
How is too much
I turn away then to thee

In thee chronicle
Of wasted through these years
Sleeping not appear now

I must all my time by
Grabbing this clock
By his gray

And at very same moment
Take task at hand
The one landed right in my lap

folks refuse to see
How is too much
I shall away then to thee

For time is man's
A from dad with a plan
And the to, to complete
The means to
to, to complete