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 a fuss to pronounce
That we usually call him Gus

His coat's very shabby, he's as a rake
And he from palsy that 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 his friends at their club
Which place at the back of the neighboring pub

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

And he likes to his success on the halls
Where the gallery once gave him cat calls
But his grandest as he loves to tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the

I have played in my every 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 my back and my tail
With an hour of rehearsal, I never could
I'd a voice that would soften the of hearts
Whether I the lead, or in character parts

I sat by the bedside of poor little Nell
When the curfew was rung then I swung on the
In the season, I never fell flat
And I once Dick Whittington's cats
But my creation, as history will tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell

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

And I say now these kittens, they do not get
As we did in the days when Victoria
They get drilled 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 is certainly not what is was
These modern productions are all well
But there's nothing to equal from what I tell
That of mystery when I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell