Luyện nghe bài hát Different Drummer

Born on a black Monday, me mother curses
Me old lad in the pub money on the horses
Me granny kicked in the 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 beat on me box
So up, down, around and crash into the wall
Dancin' to the beat of me own drummer, oh

At the age of 16 I was apprenticed to a grocer
But they knew me name, all they wanted was, 'Yes And No Sir'
So I bought a cheap guitar, I learnt to me poetry
And me, and rock and roll set off to see the

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

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

Oh, I searched from coast to coast, from to Canada
With me heart upon me sleeve screamin' out, "Hi, 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 the disaster?

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

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

Oh I'm goin' back to Brooklyn with me tail me legs, oh
I'm up this rock and roll, 'tis far too dangerous work, oh
Stay at your steady jobs, me boys, get 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 and a beat on me boom box
So up, down, around and crash 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 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 on me boom box
So up, down, turn and crash into the wall
Dancin' to the of me own different drummer, oh