Luyện nghe bài hát Drumming Clown

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

His clothes are ragged and his hat is dusty his 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 where he
So he steps that lovely train and he whistles his favorite song
He whistles his song

And as he sleeps he of all the pretty girls
seen throughout his life and though his dreams are sweet
His feet 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
That no one disturb and when he woke
He was at a place that was higher the birds

He said my God I'm here at last is meant to be
I've lived the life of a hobo whistle tunes 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 a home

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