Luyện nghe bài hát Clap Hands

Sane, sane, all insane
The fireman's blind, the conductor's
A Cincinatti jacket and a sad dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of
hands, clap hands
Clap hands, hands

roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back no more
Moon in the a bird on the pole
Can always find a to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, hands
hands, Clap hands

Said steam, steam a hundred bad
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his
A fifty dollar bill inside a hat
And nobody's sure Mr. Knickerbocker's at

Roar, roar the thunder and the
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no
Moon in the window; a bird on the
Can always a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, Clap
hands, Clap hands

Shine, shine a Roosevelt
All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of
Salvation Army seemed to up in the hole
They all went to Heaven in the little row
Clap hands, hands
Clap hands, clap