Luyện nghe bài hát Fool’s Gold

In the of the famine
When starvation and death raged across the land
There were driven by their hunger
To set for the Americas

In search of a new and a new hope
Oh but there some who couldn't cope
And they spent life
In search of gold

The old
He makes it to the four lane
His old
Lies in the sand

With hands
He cries, "Are you my way?"
The people by don't seem to understand
The curse of gold

Joe just lying in a gutter
He's as low as any man can be
He calls for wine but they'll only serve him
The say "We don't sell sympathy"

He a strange story
his father
How Sunday mornings they'd go
To the on the corner

As time grows
His thoughts they grow
It is his
To search no longer for gold

The vulture on top
Of the big top circus
He's seen this show
someone is going to fall

Just the part
Where the beautiful tightrope ballerine
that the safety net
Isn't at all

Down he swoops claws drawn to take her
Razor sharp so savagely is she
Oh my god, is no one who can save her?
In steps the fox to applause

Fool's