Luyện nghe bài hát Gus: The Theatre Cat

Gus is the cat at the theater
His name, as I ought to have you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's such a fuss to
That we usually 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 a terror to mice or to rats

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

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

And he likes to relate his success on the
Where the once gave 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 extemporize backchat, I how to gag
And I how to let the cat out of the bag

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

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

Then, if someone will him a toothful of gin
He will tell how he played a part in East Lynne
At a Shakespeare he once walked on pat
When some actor 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 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 productions are all very well
But there's nothing to equal from what I tell
That moment of when I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell