Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Rain On My Parade

(Jule Merrill)

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll my band out, I will 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 for me, love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I gotta march, my heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no,
Is gonna on my parade!