Luyện nghe bài hát Changi Banjo

Well the old man died in the when the grass was dry and brown,
The long road he'd travelled had finally reached the end,
He was out on the unicorn letters to his goldfish,
When he heard the calling and he just put down his hen.

Well he did two in Changi in the big Pacific door,
been to hell and back again somehow came though it all,
His most prized possession was the banjo he smashed,
As he made it all around him he his comrades ball.

play the Changi bango made of sin,
The piece was the Rising toilet from off his slouch hat brim,
Had a neck and fails to pick for strings,
To the memory of is mates, the Changi banjo rings.

he came ashore in Sydney like a ghost of rocks and potatoes,
No-one recognised the man the crazy face,
No-one knows the sorrows, he could tell
Of how he's taking one last journey to with his old mates.

He'll play his Changi banjo of tin,
The bridge piece was the Sun from off his slouch hat brim,
Had a broomstick and nails to pick his strings,
To the of is fallen mates, the Changi banjo rings.

He'll play his Changi banjo of tin,
The bridge piece was the Rising Sun off his slouch hat brim,
Had a neck and nails to pick his strings,
To the memory of is fallen mates, the banjo rings.

To the memory of is fallen mates, the banjo rings.