Luyện nghe bài hát Gus: The Theatre Cat

Gus is the cat at the door
His name, as I ought to told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's such a fuss to
That we usually him just Gus

His coat's very shabby, 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 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 joins his at their club
Which takes place at the 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 Irving, he has acted with Tree

And he to relate his success on the halls
Where the gallery once 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 to know seventy speeches 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 with my and my tail
With an hour of rehearsal, I could fail
I'd a that would soften the hardest of hearts
Whether I the lead, or in character parts

I have sat by the bedside of poor little
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 creation, as history will tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell

Then, if someone will him a toothful of gin
He will tell how he once played a part in East
At a Shakespeare performance he once on pat
When some suggested the need for a cat

And I say now these kittens, do not get trained
As we did in the when Victoria reigned
They never get drilled in a troupe
And they think they are just to jump through a hoop

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