Luyện nghe bài hát Time That Bald Sexton

I got no sense of
The hand slaps
Me, oh, so

And my character now
For I my
to lead me

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

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

I seize all my time by
Grabbing this old clock
By his bald forelock

All on the job
My span quickly shortening
And rushing and only done

remember how old that I am
Not one to sit
I so busy, you don't

Bother not to
Ask for my
Not a

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

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

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

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

I seize all my time by
Grabbing this setter
By his gray

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

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

For time is problem
A gift dad with a plan
And the means to, to
The means to
Means to, to