Luyện nghe bài hát Betrayed

"Mail call! ya go, Bialystok, ya got a postcard"
"A postcard? where?"
"Brazil"
"Brazil? Who do I in Brazil?"

Dear Max, "Rio is everything you said it was and
and I think of you every chance we get
In the morning, we have breakfast on our terrace
Many different herrings and in the
When we samba in the moonlight
Sorry, must run, waiting, it's almost eleven"

"Wish you here, Leo
Just like Cain and Abel, you pulled a sneak
I thought that we were
you stabbed me in the back"
Betrayed! Oh boy, I'm so

Like Samson and Delilah, your love began to
I'm crying in the hoosegow, in Rio getting laid
Betrayed! Let's it, I'm betrayed

Boy, have I taken
Oy, I'm so
I have seen what came to pass
I have known to watch my ass

I feel like Othello, everything is
Leo is Iago, Max is
I'm so dismayed, did I I'm betrayed?

I used to be the king but now I am the
A without a ship, a rabbi without a shul
Now I'm about to go to jail, no one who will pay my bail
I no one who I can cry to, no one I can say goodbye to

I'm drowning, I'm drowning here, I'm going for the last time
I, I, I see my whole flashing before my eyes
I see a old farmhouse with a white picket fence
I'm running fields of alfalfa with my collie, Rex

And Rex, stop it and I see my mother on the back porch
In a worn but clean gingham gown and I hear her out to me
"Alvin, don't your chores, the wood needs a-cordin'
And the need a-milkin', Alvin, Alvin"

"Wait a minute, my name's not Alvin, that's not my
I'm not a hillbilly, I up in the Bronx
taken everything, even my pasts

My past's a dying but wait, now I remember how did it begin?
He into my office with his cockamamie scheme
You can make more money with a flop with a hit
"We can do it, we can do it"
"I do it"
"We can do it"
"I do it"
Max

"Lord, I want money"
"I'm back, Max"
"Come on, Leo, we can do it"

Step one, find the
See it, it, touch it, kiss it
Hello, Mister
"Guten Tag, hop clop"
"Guten Tag, hop clop"

Adolf Hitler
"Guten Tag, hop clop"
"Guten Tag, hop clop"

Step two, hire the
it gay, keep it gay, keep it
Two-three, kick, turn, turn, turn, kick,

Step three, the money
Along Bialy

Step four, all the actors
A wandering I
A of shreds and

Next, the wooden boy
Next, that's our
night
Good luck, luck, good luck
Break a leg, I my leg

"Springtime for and Germany"
A smash
"Springtime for Hitler and
It'll run for

did we go right?
Where did we go
Gimme those
Fat, fat,
Gimme books
Fat, fat,

Books, fat
Books, fat
Books, fat
Books, fat

Lousy fruit, kill the actors, you ever eat one
you ran to Rio and you're safely out of reach
I'm behind these bars, banging Ulla on the beach

Just Julius Caesar was betrayed by Brutus
think an accountant would turn out to be my Judas
I'm so dismayed, is how I'm repaid?
To be betrayed,