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

For he isn't the cat 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 loves to regale them, if someone else
With anecdotes from his palmiest days
For he once was a star of the degree
He has acted with Irving, he has with Tree

And he likes to relate his on the halls
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 time every part
And I used to know seventy by heart
I'd backchat, I knew 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 could fail
I'd a that would soften the hardest of hearts
Whether I took the lead, or in parts

I have sat by the bedside of little Nell
When the was rung then I swung on the bell
In the season, I never fell flat
And I understudied Dick Whittington's cats
But my grandest creation, as history will
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the

Then, if someone will give him a of gin
He will tell how he once played a part in Lynne
At a Shakespeare performance he 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 days Victoria reigned
They get drilled in a regular troupe
And they think they are just to jump through 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 what I hear tell
moment of mystery when I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the