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

Slow coaches rolling the moor
the very memory
And of war

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brilliantine
Your soft whistling
And wan wandering smile

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

Vile vaudevillians applaud
There's no place for a half-cut cowboy in society

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