Luyện nghe bài hát Different Drummer

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

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
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

At the age of 16 years I was apprenticed to a
But they never 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 played in pubs and dance halls, we even in brothels
I learned all about the good life through the ass end of a
I learned love from many's the fine 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 on me boom box
So up, down, turn and crash into the wall
Dancin' to the beat of me own drummer, oh

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

But the sweetest girl of all was from the state of
Oh, she took me home to bed, kept me 'til the mornin'
Then the came crashin' in, in the midst of me shenanigans
And her husband beat me up so bad, I'll get it up again

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
Dancin' to the beat of me own drummer, oh

Oh I'm goin' back to with me tail 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

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