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 shabby, he's thin as a rake
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw
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 that he was in his
Though his name was famous, he says, in his time
And he joins his friends at their club
takes place at the back of the neighboring pub

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

And he likes to relate his success on the
Where the 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 possible 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 knew how to act my back and my tail
With an hour of rehearsal, I never could
I'd a voice would soften the hardest of hearts
Whether I took the lead, or in character

I sat by the bedside of poor little Nell
When the curfew was rung then I on the bell
In the pantomime season, I never flat
And I once understudied Whittington's cats
But my grandest creation, as history 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 East
At a Shakespeare performance he walked on pat
When some suggested the need for a cat

And I say now kittens, they do not get trained
As we did in the when Victoria reigned
They never get in a regular troupe
And they think are smart just 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 equal from what I tell
That moment of when I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell