Luyện nghe bài hát Drumming Clown

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

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

And as he sleeps he dreams of all the girls
seen throughout his life and though his dreams are sweet
His aching awake him in the night

He to the sound of thunder and he thinks of a reason why
Then he his head to cry then he drifted off to a deeper sleep
no one could disturb and when he woke
He was at a that was higher than the birds

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

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