Luyện nghe bài hát Dont Rain On My Parade

Don't Rain on my
by Bob and Jules Styne
tell me not to fly, I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill, me and not you.
Don't bring a cloud to rain on my parade.
Don't tell me not to live, sit and putter.
Life's and the sun's a ball of butter.
Who told you allowed to rain on my parade.
Chorus: march my band out! I'll beat my drum!
And if I'm fanned out, turn at bat, sir.
At least I fake it. Hat, sir. I guess I didn't make it
But I'm the rose of sheer perfection,
Or a freckle on the nose of complexion,
The Cinderella or the apple of it's 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 ready for me love, I'm a "comer"
I simply march, my heart's a drummer.
Don't around a cloud to rain on my parade.
I'm live and live NOW!
Get what I want, I how!
All the law will allow!
One for the whole shebang!
One throw, that will go clang!
Tho' I'm I'm a gang! Eye on the target and wham!
One shot, one gun and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ornstein, I am!

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