Luyện nghe bài hát Vintage Whine

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

The bubbles burst - this aint
I've watched hopes wither on the
The fruits of toiled in vain
I reap at harvest time.

Anno - a classic year for Vintage Whine.

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

one for the road - afore ye go
drink deep sweet lads and
blighted crops you gladly sow
shall one day fill your
Brood for decades - pure distilled
then up much longer
Revenge - a I'll serve you chilled,
when time has made it

- it's bile bouquet.
Laments ferment the schnapps
Cask full of futile dismay
My well-aged-rage - you 've turned the

Anno 1999 - a classic for Vintage Whine.

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

Anno 1999 - a year for Vintage Whine.