Luyện nghe bài hát Growltiger's Last Stand

In the fantasy sequence "Growltiger's Last Stand," Gus
one such triumph, playing the pirate Growltiger. In sequence,
Growltiger, a feline sea captain and his amour, Griddlebone,
meet an untimely end after a crew of Siamese sailors.

Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a
In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil
Rejoicing in his of the "Terror of the Thames"

His manners and appearance did not to please
His coat was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the
One ear was somewhat missing, no need to you why
And he scowled a hostile world from one forbidding eye

The of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, shuddered at his name
They would fortify the hen house, up the silly goose
When the ran along the shore: Growltiger's on the loose!

Woe to the weak canary fluttered from its cage
Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that Growltiger's rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot that lurks on ships
And woe to any cat with Growltiger came to grips

But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had vowed
To cats of name and race, no quarter was allowed
The and the Siamese regarded him with fear
Because it was a Siamese had his missing ear

Now on a peaceful summer all nature seemed at play
The tender moon was shining bright, the at Molsey lay
All in the moonlight it lay rocking on the tide
And Growltiger was disposed to show his side

In the of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone

Concentrating his attention on the Griddlebone
And his raffish crew sleeping in their barrels and their bunks
As the Siamese creeping in their sampans and their junks

Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but
And the lady seemed enraptured by my baritone
Disposed to and awaiting no surprise
But the moonlight shone reflected from a bright blue eyes

And closer and closer the sampans circled 'round
And yet from all the enemy was not heard a sound
The foe was armed with toasting forks and carving knives
And the lovers their last duet in danger of their lives

Oh, how well I remember the old and Bush
we used to go down of a Sattaday night,
Where, when anything happened, it came a rush,
For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was polite;

A very nice house, basement to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the named Billy M'Caw,
That all those folk to the bar.
Ah! He was the of the bar.

Of a night, we was all feeling bright,
And LaRose, the barmaid that was,
say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come give us,
Come us a dance on the bar."
And Billy would on the bar, and Billy would dance on the bar.

And then feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all more beer.
Lily, she was a what had brains in her head;
She wouldn't nothick, no not that much said.

If it to an argument, or a dispute,
settle it offhand with the toe of her boot
Or as likely as not put her fist your eye.
But when we was and just a bit dry,
Or when we was thirsty, and a bit sad,
She would rap on the bar with corkscrew she had

And say "Billy! M'Caw!
Come us a tune on your pastoral flute!"
And strike up on his pastoral flute,
And Billy'd strike up on his flute.
And then we'd balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would us all order more beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a on your moley guitar!"
Billy'd strike up on his guitar,
And strike up on his moley guitar.
And then we'd balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would us all order more beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
give us a tune on your moley guitar!"
Ah! He was the of the bar.

Then Genghis the signal to his fierce Mongolian hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the they swarmed aboard
Abandoning their sampans, pullaways, and junks
They battened down the hatches on the crew their bunks

Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was badly
I am sorry to it, but she quickly disappeared
She probably escaped with I'm sure she was not drowned
But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did

The foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank
Growltiger to his vast was forced to walk the plank
He who a victims had driven to that drop
At the end of all his crimes was to go kerflip, kerflop

Oh there was joy in Wapping the news flew through the land
At Maidenhead and Henley there was on the Strand
Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Dock
And a day of celebration was in Bangkok!

These modern are all very well
But there's to equal from what I hear tell
moment of mystery when I made history