Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Rain On My Parade

(Jule Merrill)

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

Don't tell me not to fly-- I've got to.
If someone takes a spill, me and not you.
Who told you you're 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 guess I didn't it!

But whether I'm the of sheer perfection,
A on the nose of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny of his eye,
I fly once, I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right,

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

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

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

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