Luyện nghe bài hát Gus: The Theatre Cat

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

His very shabby, he's thin as a rake
And he from palsy that makes his paw shake
For he was in his youth the smartest of cats
But no longer a terror to mice or to

For he the cat that he was in his prime
Though his name was famous, he says, in his time
And he joins his friends at their club
Which takes place at the of the neighboring pub

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

And he likes to relate his success on the
Where the once gave him seven cat calls
But his grandest creation as he to tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell

I played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by
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 hardest of
I took the lead, or in character parts

I have sat by the of poor little Nell
When the curfew was rung then I on the bell
In the pantomime season, I never fell
And I once understudied Dick Whittington's
But my grandest creation, as history tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell

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

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

And he says as he scratches himself 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
moment of mystery when I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell