Luyện nghe bài hát Gus: The Theatre Cat

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

His coat's very shabby, thin as a rake
And he suffers from palsy that his paw shake
For he was in his youth quite the smartest of
But no longer a 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 friends at their
Which place at the back of the neighboring pub

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

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

I have played in my time possible part
And I used to 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 of rehearsal, I never could fail
I'd a that would soften the hardest of hearts
Whether I took the lead, or in parts

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

Then, if someone will give him a of gin
He tell 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 kittens, they do not get trained
As we did in the days when reigned
They never get drilled in a troupe
And they think they are just to jump through a hoop

And he says as he himself with his claws
the theater is certainly not what is was
These modern productions are all very
But nothing to equal from what I hear tell
That of mystery when I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the