Luyện nghe bài hát Drumming Clown

As the lights go the drumming clown
Whistled a melody and as the rain pours
His happy face into a sad one
And autumn wind reminded him that the circus had and gone
So he opened a pack of sweets whistles down the first one

His clothes are ragged and his hat is dusty his drum is snares
He maybe laughin' and he may be cryin' no one nor cares
His belly's empty his heart is full he knows he belongs
So he steps aboard that train and he whistles his favorite song
He his favorite song

And as he he dreams of all the pretty girls
He's throughout his life and though his dreams are sweet
His feet awake him in the night

He wakes to the sound of thunder and he of a reason why
he hangs his head to cry then he drifted off to a deeper sleep
That no one could and when he woke
He was at a place that was than the birds

He said my God I'm here at last is this to be
I've lived the life of a clown whistle tunes for money
And Lord spoke up and said my you are not alone
a good life my drumming clown and now you have a home
Now you have a

And a stock boy opens a crate
And the butt of an old cigar
He hears a distant whistling then he gazes at the
He at the stars