Luyện nghe bài hát Gus: The Theatre Cat

Gus is the cat at the theater
His name, as I to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That we usually call him Gus

His coat's very shabby, thin as a rake
And he from palsy that makes his paw shake
For he was in his quite the smartest of cats
But no longer a to mice or to rats

For he isn't the cat he was in his prime
Though his name was famous, he says, in his time
And whenever he his friends at their club
Which place at the back of the neighboring pub

He loves to regale them, if someone else
With drawn from his palmiest days
For he once was a of the highest degree
He has with Irving, he has acted with Tree

And he likes to his success on the halls
Where the gallery gave him seven cat calls
But his grandest as he loves to tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell

I have in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by
I'd extemporize backchat, I how to gag
And I how to let the cat out of the bag

I knew how to act with my back and my
With an hour of rehearsal, I could fail
I'd a voice would soften the hardest of hearts
Whether I took the lead, or in character

I have sat by the bedside of poor Nell
When the curfew was then I swung on the bell
In the pantomime season, I fell flat
And I understudied Dick Whittington's cats
But my grandest creation, as will tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the

Then, if someone give him a toothful of gin
He will tell how he once played a part in Lynne
At a Shakespeare he once walked on pat
some actor suggested the need for a cat

And I say now kittens, they do not get trained
As we did in the when Victoria reigned
They never get drilled in a regular
And they think they are just to jump through a hoop

And he says as he scratches himself his claws
Well the theater is not what is was
These modern are all very well
But there's nothing to equal from I hear tell
That moment of mystery I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the