Luyện nghe bài hát Gus: The Theatre Cat

Gus is the cat at the door
His name, as I ought to have 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 his paw shake
For he was in his youth quite the 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 whenever he joins his at their club
takes place at the back of the neighboring pub

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

And he likes to relate his success on the
the gallery once gave him seven cat calls
But his grandest creation as he loves to
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the

I have played in my time every possible
And I used to know seventy by heart
I'd backchat, I knew how to gag
And I how to let the cat out of the bag

I how to act with my back and my tail
With an of rehearsal, I never could fail
I'd a voice that would the hardest of hearts
Whether I took the lead, or in parts

I have sat by the bedside of poor little
When the curfew was rung I swung on the bell
In the pantomime season, I fell flat
And I once Dick Whittington's cats
But my grandest creation, as history 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 Lynne
At a Shakespeare performance he walked on pat
some actor suggested the need for a cat

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

And he says as he scratches himself his claws
Well the theater is not what is was
modern productions are all very well
But there's nothing to equal from what I tell
That of mystery when I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the