Luyện nghe bài hát Ides of Swing

Some say April is the
And I can be quite morose
The stiff who penned it on a list
Of who are chronically verbose

When your starts craning back
And your comes short and fast
The music of the spheres start to and sing
That's when you know you're

When your eyes back into your head
And the sap from the on your fingers have bled
Swooning to the charms of waltz
That's you know you've got some schmaltz

When you've got the eye and unconsciously growl
Your hands shaking and you crouch and prowl
These terrifying are a sure fire sign
you're pimping, baby and you're feeling fine

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