Luyện nghe bài hát Vintage Whine

I'll paly for the evening,
pray, be seated, your places
Should my seem displeasing,
offend your and graces,
I've a long as your arm,
(The selection)
such bitter whines - a of qualms,
awaiting your

The bubbles burst - this sham-pain
I've watched hopes wither on the
The of labours toiled in vain
I reap soul-grapes at time.

Anno - a classic year for Vintage Whine.

Since it's drawn - I must sup the of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time I the dregs
Their poison cannot me - new strength from it I 'll borrow
my is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.

Here's one for the road - ye go
drink deep sweet lads and
Those blighted crops you sow
shall one day fill glasses
for decades - pure hate distilled
then bottled up much
Revenge - a draught I'll you chilled,
when time has it stronger

Non-cordial - it's bouquet.
Laments the patience schnapps
Cask full of mulled dismay
My - you 've turned the taps

1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.

Since drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet refills my tarnished cup each time I drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new from it I 'll borrow
my maudlin is a that would fill a thousand kegs.

Anno 1999 - a year for Vintage Whine.