Luyện nghe bài hát Ides of Swing

Some say is the cruelest
And I can be quite morose
The who penned it on a fool's list
Of who are chronically verbose

When your head starts back
And your breath short and fast
The music of the spheres to bounce and sing
That's you know you're swinging

When your eyes roll back your head
And the sap the trees on your fingers have bled
Swooning to the of Mephisto's waltz
That's when you know you've got some

When you've got the evil eye and growl
hands start shaking and you crouch and prowl
These terrifying symptoms are a fire sign
That you're pimping, and you're feeling fine

When you make love to whomever you
And a to the head feels like a soft warm breeze
Red suit, green suit, they're all there
when you know you're dreaming
Yes, dreaming, you are dreaming
I hope you are