Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmie Standing In The Rain

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

Slow coaches rolling the moor
the very memory
And of war

Stale bread curling on a luncheon
Loose change lonely, not the amount

Forgotten Man of an indifferent
on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you
The sky is
standing in the rain

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

Man
Indifferent
Waiting on a at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you
The sky is
Jimmie's standing in the

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

She up and called him "Charlie" by mistake
And then in shame to cry
Tarnished silver band off a phrase
And then their hands around the brazier

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

Brilliantine
soft plaintive whistling
And your wan wandering

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"

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

Man
Indifferent
on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you
It's dawning
standing in the rain