Luyện nghe bài hát Different Drummer

Born on a black Monday, me mother screamin'
Me old lad in the pub losin' money on the
Me granny kicked in the said, "Get a job, you bastard"
And I come rollin' the world, a walkin' talkin' disaster

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
Dancin' to the of me own different drummer, oh

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

Oh, we in pubs and dance halls, we even played in brothels
I learned all about the good through the ass end of a bottle
I learned about from many's the fine lady
But I was searchin' for me one true 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 around and crash the wall
Dancin' to the of me own different drummer, oh

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

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

a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh
Music in me soul and a on me boom box, oh
So up, down, turn around and into the wall
Dancin' to the 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
at your steady jobs, me boys, get married and have babies
And keep the away from them California ladies

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

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