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 fuss to
we usually call him just Gus

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

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

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

And he to relate his success on the halls
the gallery once 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 to know seventy 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 hour of rehearsal, I never could
I'd a voice would soften the hardest of hearts
Whether I the lead, or in character parts

I have sat by the bedside of little Nell
When the curfew was rung then I 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 give him a toothful of gin
He will tell how he once played a part in Lynne
At a performance 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 get drilled in a regular troupe
And they think they are smart to jump through a hoop

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