Luyện nghe bài hát Drumming Clown

As the go down the drumming clown
Whistled a melody and as the rain down
His happy face into a sad one
And wind reminded him that the circus 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 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 steps aboard that lovely train and he whistles his favorite
He his favorite song

And as he sleeps he dreams of all the pretty
He's seen his life and though his dreams are sweet
His aching feet awake him in the

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

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

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