Luyện nghe bài hát Drumming Clown

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

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

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

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

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