Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Fingers

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

Oh could you knock a line or two together for a
tear inducing with a happy end
And we need a tune to open our season at
Can you us

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

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

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