Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmie Standing In The Rain

Third-Class in his pocket
Punching out the shadows underneath the
Tweed coat turned up the fog

coaches rolling o'er the moor
Between the very
And of war

bread curling on a luncheon counter
Loose lonely, not the right amount

Man of an indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire
Somebody's you again
The sky is
standing in the rain

Nobody wants to buy a prairie lullaby in a colliery town
A hip flask and fumbled skein with stagedoor Josephine is all he'll get now
Eyes going in and out of
Mild and bitter tuberculosis

Man
Indifferent
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire
calling you again
The sky is
standing in the rain

Her breath was gentle on his neck
If he could the time to die
Then he would come and go this
Underneath a sky

She woke up and him "Charlie" by mistake
And then in began to cry
Tarnished band peals off a phrase
And then warms their around the brazier

Man
Indifferent
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire
Somebody's you again
finally dawning
Jimmie's standing in the

Brilliantine
Your plaintive whistling
And wan wandering smile

down at The Hippodrome
Now walking off to jeers, the lonely sound of jingling spurs, the "toodle-oos" and "Oh, my dears" down at "The Argyle"

vaudevillians applaud sobriety
There's no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite

Man
Indifferent
Waiting on a at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you
finally dawning
Jimmie's standing in the