Luyện nghe bài hát Different Drummer

Born on a black Monday, me mother screamin'
Me old lad in the pub money on the horses
Me granny in the door said, "Get a job, you bastard"
And I rollin' into the world, a walkin' talkin' disaster

With a toot on the and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh
Music in me soul and a on me boom box
So up, down, turn around and into the wall
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

At the age of 16 I was apprenticed to a grocer
But they never knew me name, all they was, 'Yes And No Sir'
So I bought a cheap guitar, I learnt to write me
And me, and and roll set off to see the country

Oh, we played in and dance halls, we even played in brothels
I all about the good life through the ass end of a bottle
I learned about from many's the fine lady
But I was searchin' for me one true darlin', baby

With a toot on the flute and a on the fiddle, oh
in me soul and a beat on me boom box
So up, down, turn and crash into the wall
Dancin' to the beat of me own drummer, oh

Oh, I from coast to coast, from Florida to Canada
With me heart upon me sleeve out, "Hi, where are ya?"
'Til I went with a six foot girl from the south side of Chicago
But it out she was a man, oh, can you imagine the disaster?

But the girl of all was from the state of California
Oh, she took me home to bed, kept me 'til the mornin'
Then the door came crashin' in, in the of me shenanigans
And her husband beat me up so bad, I'll never get it up

With a toot on the flute and a on the fiddle, oh
Music in me soul and a beat on me box, oh
So up, down, turn and crash into the wall
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

Oh I'm goin' back to Brooklyn me tail between me legs, oh
I'm givin' up this rock and roll, 'tis far too work, oh
Stay at your jobs, me boys, get married and have babies
And the hell away from them California ladies

With a toot on the flute and a on the fiddle, oh
Music in me soul and a on me boom box
So up, down, turn around and crash into the
Dancin' to the of me own different drummer, oh

With a toot on the and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh
Music in me soul and a beat on me box
So up, down, turn around and into the wall
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

With a toot on the flute and a on the fiddle, oh
Music in me and a beat on me boom box
So up, down, turn around and crash into the
Dancin' to the beat of me own drummer, oh