Luyện nghe bài hát Gus: The Theatre Cat

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

His coat's shabby, he's thin as a rake
And he suffers from palsy that 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 that he was in his
his name was quite famous, he says, in his time
And whenever he his friends at their club
takes place at the back of the neighboring pub

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

And he likes to relate his on the halls
Where the gallery once him seven cat calls
But his grandest creation as he loves to
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the

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

I knew how to act with my and my tail
an hour of rehearsal, I never could fail
I'd a voice that soften the hardest of hearts
I took the lead, or in character parts

I have sat by the bedside of poor little
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 creation, as history will tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the

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

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

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