Luyện nghe bài hát Different Drummer

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

With a toot on the and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh
in me soul and a beat on me boom box
So up, down, turn around and into the wall
Dancin' to the beat of me own 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 bought a guitar, I learnt to write me poetry
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 through the ass end of a bottle
I learned about love from the fine lady
But I was always for me one true darlin', baby

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 crash into the
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

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

But the sweetest girl of all was from the state of
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 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 crash the wall
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

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

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

With a toot on the 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
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 of me own different drummer, oh