Luyện nghe bài hát Decomposing Composers

Beethoven's gone, but his lives on
And don't go shopping no more
You'll never meet or Brahms again
And Elgar doesn't the door

Schubert and used to chuckle and laugh
Whilst composing a symphony
But one hundred and fifty years
There's very little of them to see

decomposing composers
There's nothing anyone can do
You can still hear
But Beethoven cannot you

and Hayden and Rachmaninov
Enjoyed a drink with their meal
But nowadays, no one serve them
And their is left to congeal

Verdi and delighted the crowds
their highly original sound
The pianos they played are still
But they're both six underground

They're decomposing
less of them every year
You can say what you like to
But there's not much of him left to

Achille Debussy, died, 1918
Christophe Willebald Gluck, died,
Maria von Weber
Not at all well, 1825, died,

Giacomo
alive, 1863, not still alive, 1864
Mussorgsky,1880
Going to parties, no fun anymore,

Nepomuk Hummel
Chatting nineteen to the dozen
With his down the pub
evening, 1836, 1837, nothing