Luyện nghe bài hát Dont Rain On My Parade

Don't Rain on my
by Bob Merrill and Styne
Don't me not to fly, I've simply got to.
If takes a spill, it's me and not you.
Don't bring around a to rain on my parade.
Don't me not to live, just sit and putter.
candy and the sun's a ball of butter.
Who told you allowed to rain on my parade.
I'll march my band out! I'll beat my drum!
And if I'm fanned out, your at bat, sir.
At least I fake it. Hat, sir. I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose of perfection,
Or a freckle on the of life's complexion,
The Cinderella or the shiny apple of eye.
I fly once. I gotta try once.
can die once. Right, sir?
Ooh life is 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 to rain on my parade.
I'm gonna and live NOW!
Get what I want, I how!
All the law will allow!
One for the whole shebang!
One throw, that bell go clang!
Tho' I'm alone I'm a gang! Eye on the and wham!
One shot, one gun and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ornstein, I am!

Get ready for me life, 'cause I'm a
I simply gotta march, my a drummer.
Nobody, No nobody is rain on my parade!