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 kicked in the said, "Get a job, you bastard"
And I rollin' into the world, a walkin' talkin' disaster

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

At the age of 16 years I was 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 me poetry
And me, and rock and roll set off to see the

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

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 of me own different drummer, oh

Oh, I searched coast to coast, from Florida to Canada
With me upon me sleeve screamin' out, "Hi, where are ya?"
'Til I went home with a six foot 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 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 flute and a on the fiddle, oh
Music in me soul and a on me boom box, oh
So up, down, turn around and crash into the
Dancin' to the of me own different drummer, oh

Oh I'm goin' back to Brooklyn me tail between me legs, oh
I'm up this rock and roll, 'tis far too dangerous work, oh
Stay at steady jobs, me boys, get married and have babies
And keep the hell away from them 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 into the
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

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