Luyện nghe bài hát Vanity Fair

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

She discovers pulling pints in
That the good looks will never up for
Her dumbness in takin' the
her reflection in a butchers shop

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

She has her eyes on men
get her home on the dot at ten
She combs her hair she gets excused
The deal she wants always up screwed

Paints her on the bathroom scales
her breath like a landed whale
Her beauty is as deep as her
her eyebrows in a tobacco tin

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

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

She comes home late with another loose
She swears to have had just a juice
Falls fully clothed in her bed
With her makeup remover by her

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