Luyện nghe bài hát Vanity Fair

She left her for the factory
From money to a salary
From a pac-a-mac to a compact
And every she inspects her face

She discovers pulling in pubs
That the good will never cover up for
Her in takin' the stock
Sees her reflection in a shop

She finds it all quite
That her meats all vanity
She finds it all quite
her meats all vanity fair

She has her eyes on men
That get her on the dot at ten
She combs her hair when she excused
The deal she wants ends up screwed

Paints her nails on the bathroom
Gargles her breath like a landed
Her is as deep as her skin
Keeps her in a tobacco tin

She poses foot on the
Coconut shy but vanity
She foot on the chair
Coconut shy but fair

In her vanity case, her compact
In her compact case, her eyes, not bad for a
But her vanitys fair and her of humors dry

She comes home late with another loose
She swears to have had a pineapple juice
Falls asleep fully in her bed
With her makeup by her head

And she not be all there
But her dreams all vanity
She might not be all
But her all vanity fair