Luyện nghe bài hát Drumming Clown

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

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

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

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

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

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