Luyện nghe bài hát Different Drummer

Born on a black Monday, me mother screamin'
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' disaster

With a 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
Dancin' to the of me own different drummer, oh

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

Oh, we in pubs and dance 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 always searchin' for me one true darlin',

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 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 of Chicago
But it turned out she was a man, oh, can you the disaster?

But the sweetest girl of all was from the of California
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 soul and a 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 rock and roll, 'tis far too dangerous work, oh
Stay at steady jobs, me boys, get married and have babies
And keep the away from them California 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 into the wall
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

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

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