Luyện nghe bài hát Bill McCai

Family taught him right wrong
With local tales and children's
Sunday school was his
With his Joe and Walter

Now those so far away
An empty swing he once played
Now he's gone so fat and
He never thought he'd grow old

An' when he gets the train
Looks out the and he thinks in vain
If I could only be boy again

job it gets him down
Same old faces, same old
attacks, orthopedic backs
Documents and racks

His wife stand the sight of him
With his routine of gin
She makes his of processed ham
I'm for the meter man

An' when he gets the train
Looks out the window and he in vain
If I could only be that boy
Take it away

He could be boy again

Another day, gin
His kids don't notice him
Something different his face
His happy seems out of place

gathered round for tea
Eyes on the new telly
A news flash then it said
McCai was just found dead

No windows, no more trains
Hung out in the rain
Now he'll never be that boy

And we say
Bye, bye McCai
Bye, bye McCai
Bye, bye Bill