Luyện nghe bài hát Different Drummer

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

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

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

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

a toot on the flute 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
Dancin' to the of me own different drummer, oh

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

But the sweetest girl of all was the state of California
Oh, she took me home to bed, kept me 'til the mornin'
Then the came crashin' in, in the midst 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 and a beat on me boom box, oh
So up, down, turn around and 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, far too dangerous work, oh
Stay at your steady jobs, me boys, get married and have
And keep the away from them California ladies

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 and crash into the wall
to the beat 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 crash 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 beat on me box
So up, down, turn around and into the wall
Dancin' to the beat of me own drummer, oh