Luyện nghe bài hát Different Drummer

Born on a Monday, me mother screamin' curses
Me old lad in the pub losin' on the horses
Me granny kicked in the said, "Get a job, you bastard"
And I come rollin' the world, a walkin' talkin' disaster

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

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

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

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 the wall
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

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

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

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

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

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 crash into the
Dancin' to the beat of me own drummer, oh

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
Dancin' to the of me own different drummer, oh

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 and crash into the wall
Dancin' to the beat of me own drummer, oh