Luyện nghe bài hát Elsie Brown

Elsie Brown has a
She carries in a cart round
with books, former newsdays
The pages all thrown out

Her are gnarled
Clothes are
As she her words to the air

But don't you think she matter
Because you've never seen the poetry

And Elsie Brown talks to street
them shining in the bright of day
And she for the children
Sees them shining as they away

Her hands are
are tattered
As she whispers her to the air

But don't you she doesn't matter
Because you've seen the poetry there
In Brown

And Brown has a daughter
She hasn't seen in fifteen
I this out in a letter
On the ground the day she

Her hands were
were tattered
As she whispered her to the air

But don't you she didn't matter
Because never seen the poetry there
In Elsie