Luyện nghe bài hát Different Drummer

Born on a black Monday, me mother 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' the world, a walkin' talkin' disaster

With a 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 crash 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 rock and set off to see the country

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

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 crash the wall
Dancin' to the of me own different drummer, oh

Oh, I from coast to coast, from Florida to Canada
me heart upon me sleeve screamin' out, "Hi, where are ya?"
'Til I went home with a six 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, me rockin' 'til the mornin'
Then the door came in, in the midst of me shenanigans
And her beat me up so bad, I'll never get it up again

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

Oh I'm goin' back to Brooklyn 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 married and babies
And keep the hell away from California ladies

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

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