Luyện nghe bài hát Clap Hands

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

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

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

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

Shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and out of time
Salvation Army seemed to up in the hole
all went to Heaven in the little row boat
Clap hands, clap
Clap hands, hands