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 those workers up
And get their wives to sing it with me like in the pubs
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 season at
Can you us

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

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

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