Luyện nghe bài hát Bright College Days

Thank you, for my first encore I'd like to turn to a type of song that people like myself find ourselves subjected to increasing frequency as time goes on, and that is the college alma mate
U'll find yourself at a reunion of grads, and old undergrads, and eh... somebody will start proking out one of these things and will gradually join in. each in his own key, of course. u
The is just soggy with nostalgia. well, a typical such song might be called bright college days, and might go like this.

college days, oh, carefree days that fly,
To thee we with our glasses raised on high.
drink a toast as each of us recalls
Ivy-covered professors in halls.

on the spigot,
Pour the and swig it,
And igit-ur.

Here's to we tossed,
To the games we lost,
We shall that we won them some day.

To the girls and sweet,
To the spacious seat
Of our beat up chevrolet.

To the and benzedrine,
To the way that the
Tried so hard to be pals us all.

To we fibbed,
To the we cribbed
From the who lived down the hall.

To the tables down at Morey's (wherever may be)
Let us drink a to all we love the best.
We sleep through all the lectures,
And on the exams,
And we'll pass, and be with the rest.

Oh, soon be out amid the cold world's strife.
Soon we'll be sliding down the blade of life.

But as we go our sordid ways,
We ne'er forget thee, thou golden college days.

full of youth,
Hearts of truth,
Six parts gin to one vermouth.