Luyện nghe bài hát Drumming Clown

As the lights go down the drumming
Whistled a melody and as the pours down
His happy turned into a sad one
And autumn wind reminded him the circus had come and gone
So he opened a pack of swisher sweets whistles 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 is full he knows where 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 pretty
He's seen throughout his life and though his are sweet
His feet awake him in the night

He wakes to the sound of thunder and he thinks of a why
Then he his head to cry then he drifted off to a deeper sleep
That no one could disturb and when he
He was at a place that was higher 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
Lived a good life my drumming clown and now you 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 he gazes at the stars
He at the stars