Luyện nghe bài hát Battered Old Bird

The landlady's husband up to town today
he left them both ten years ago to serve the ministry
The dark down road of his approach in rain was drenched
The boy said, "How d'ya do?" Then swore in French

Did you teach little child these curses on my soul
You should both be shut down in the
That's the way to treat a child who cries out in the
And a woman who teaches from right

Oh, he's a old bird
And living up there, oh
He's a old bird
And living up there, oh

There's a place where time still
If you taking these little pink pills, oh

your mouth, you hypocrite
His humor cut her
The lipped leer of judgment
had seen her love desert her just like sleep

Filthy words on children's
Are better, my dear
Then if I were to my mind
this house

Oh, a battered old bird
And he's up there, oh
He's a old bird
And living up there, oh

There's a place time stands still
You keep these little pink pills, oh

But on the first there are two old maids
Each one wishing that the other was
And door to them is a man so mild
'Til he off the head of a visitor's child

He danced the bonfire
Swallowed sleeping pills dreams
With a bottle of sherry
That redeems

Oh, he's a battered old
And he's up there, oh
He's a old bird
And he's up there, oh

a place where time stands still
If you keep these little pink pills, oh

And on the floor is the Macintosh Man
He's in his overcoats than out of them
And the typewriter's rattling all through the
burgundy for breakfast tight

He says, "One day I'll away
All of my
And it is Christmas in a cupboard
At the top of the stairs"

Oh, he's a battered old
And he's up there, oh
a battered old bird
And he's up there, oh

There's a place where time still
If you keep taking these little pills, oh

a boy if ever there was
Who's going to do big
Guess that's they all say
And that's how the begins

seen them rise and fall
Been through big deals and smalls
He'd better have a dream that
Beyond walls

You think he should be outside
Playing the traffic
When pieces of him are
Scattered in the
pieces of him are already
Scattered in the

Oh, he's a battered old
And living up there, oh
He's a battered old
And living up there, oh

And a place where time stands still
You keep these little pink pills, oh, oh, oh