Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Rain On My Parade

(Jule Merrill)

tell me not to live, just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's a of butter.
Don't bring a cloud to rain on my parade.

Don't tell me not to I've simply got to.
If takes a spill, it's me and not you.
Who you you're allowed to rain on my parade!

I'll my band out, I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out, turn at bat, sir.
At I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't it!

But whether I'm the of sheer perfection,
A freckle on the of life's complexion,
The or the shiny apple of his eye,
I fly once, I gotta try once,
can die once, right, sir?

Ooh, is juicy, juicy, and you see
I have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love, I'm a "comer"
I gotta march, my heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a to rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and now,
Get what I want--I how,
One for the whole shebang,
One throw, that bell go clang,
Eye on the wham--
One shot, one gun shot, and
Hey, Mister, I am!

I'll march my band out, I beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out, turn at bat, sir,
At I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I I didn't make it.

Get ready for me, love, I'm a "comer"
I gotta march, my heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no,
Is gonna on my parade!