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 Asparagus, but that's such a fuss to pronounce
we usually call him just Gus

His coat's very shabby, he's 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 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
takes place at the back of the neighboring pub

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

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

I have played in my time every part
And I used to know seventy 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 back and my
an hour of rehearsal, I never could fail
I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of
Whether I took the lead, or in parts

I have sat by the bedside of little Nell
When the curfew was rung then I on the bell
In the pantomime season, I fell flat
And I once understudied Dick cats
But my grandest creation, as history will
Was Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell

Then, if someone give him a toothful of gin
He will tell how he once played a in East Lynne
At a Shakespeare he once 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 Victoria reigned
never get drilled in a regular troupe
And think they are smart just to jump through a hoop

And he says as he himself with his claws
Well the theater is certainly not is was
These modern productions are all very
But there's to equal from what I hear tell
That moment of mystery I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell