Luyện nghe bài hát Vanity Fair

She her school for the factory
From pocket money to a
From a pac-a-mac to a case
And every morning she inspects her

She pulling pints in pubs
That the good will never cover up for
Her dumbness in the stock
Sees her in a butchers shop

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

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

Paints her nails on the scales
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 fair
She poses on the chair
Coconut shy but vanity

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

She comes home late with another screw
She swears to had just a pineapple juice
Falls asleep clothed in her bed
With her remover by her head

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