Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmie Standing In The Rain

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

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

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

Forgotten Man of an nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire
calling you again
The sky is
Jimmie's in the rain

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

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

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

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

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

Brilliantine
Your soft whistling
And your wan smile

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

Vile applaud sobriety
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 standing in the