Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Parade

No one a song for me
Just instrumental not too
As sure as sure could be
You'd only get the wrong

No solo Chet Baker played
me slowly to my grave
The prose that Keats and Yates save
Was for king and not knave

I have no that describes my charm
No told that's short and sweet
I have no hymn, I have no
song I have it has no beat
Yes, it has no beat, and no of feet
Yes, it has no beat, yes, it has no

Miles Davis played the 'n' blues
Did he play for me to
just when 'round midnight falls
That not his it's Kenny Ball's

I have no poem that my charm
No story told short and sweet
I have no hymn, I have no
song I have it has no beat
Yes, it has no beat, yes, it has no
No, of feet, yes, it has no beat

Now in graveyard on that grave
On that in the shade
No poem written, no
And no 'We loved ever sprayed

There's just this from that moss
When epitaph you read
He must have it at a budget cost
So he to be beneath

I no poem that describes my charm
No story told short and sweet
I have no hymn, I have no
song I have it has no beat
Yes, it has no beat, yes, it has no
And, no feet, yes, it has no beat

All that Robinson wrote
Not one of my pluses did he
Those lyrics stuck right down my
I never hit, it never hit my hit parade, my hit parade, my hit