Luyện nghe bài hát Gus: The Theatre Cat

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

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

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

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

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

I have played in my every possible part
And I to know seventy 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 my back and my tail
With an of rehearsal, I never could fail
I'd a voice that would the hardest of hearts
I took the lead, or in character parts

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

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

And I say now these kittens, they do not get
As we did in the days when reigned
They get drilled in a regular troupe
And they think they are smart just to through a hoop

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