Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Fingers

I'm going on the circuit, I'm all the clubs
And I really need a song boys to stir those up
And get their wives to sing it with me just like in the
I worked the good old pubs in Stepney

Oh you knock a line or two together for a friend
Sentimental tear with a happy end
And we need a tune to open our at Southend
Can you us

hard to write a song with bitter fingers
So much to prove, so few to you why
Those old die-hards in Street start laughing
At the player's hollow haunted eyes
It to me a change is really needed
I'm sick of tra-la-las and
No more long days hunks of garbage
Bitter fingers never swung on stars, swinging stars

I the warm blue flame, the hazy heat it brings
It up the muscles and forces you to sing
You know it's another hit and run from the tin pan alley twins

And a chance that one day you might write a standard lads
So churn them out quick and fast and we'll pat your backs
`Cause we need what we can get to another dozen acts
Are you