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 such a to pronounce
That we call him just Gus

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

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

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

I how to act with my back and my tail
With an hour of rehearsal, I never fail
I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of
Whether I the lead, or in character parts

I have sat by the bedside of little Nell
When the was rung 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 will give him a toothful of gin
He will tell how he once a part in East Lynne
At a Shakespeare he once walked on pat
some actor suggested the need for a cat

And I say now these kittens, do not get trained
As we did in the days when Victoria
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 modern are all very well
But there's nothing to equal what I hear tell
That moment of when I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the