Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmie Standing In The Rain

Third-Class in his pocket
out the shadows underneath the sockets
Tweed turned up against the fog

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

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

Man of an indifferent nation
Waiting on a at a Lancashire station
calling you again
The sky is
Jimmie's standing in the

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

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

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

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

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

Brilliantine
Your soft whistling
And your wan wandering

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

Vile vaudevillians sobriety
no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society

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