Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmie Standing In The Rain

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

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

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

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

Nobody wants to buy a counterfeited prairie lullaby in a town
A hip and fumbled skein with some stagedoor Josephine is all he'll get now
going in and out of focus
Mild and from tuberculosis

Man
Indifferent
on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's you again
The sky is
standing in the rain

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

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

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

glistening
Your plaintive whistling
And your wan smile

Died down at The
Now you're walking off to jeers, the lonely of jingling spurs, the "toodle-oos" and "Oh, my dears" down at "The Argyle"

Vile vaudevillians applaud
There's no place for a cowboy in polite society

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