Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmie Standing In The Rain

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

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

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

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 lullaby in a colliery
A hip flask and fumbled skein with some Josephine is all he'll get now
going in and out of focus
Mild and bitter tuberculosis

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

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

She up and called 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 platform at a Lancashire
calling you again
It's finally
Jimmie's standing in the

Brilliantine
Your plaintive whistling
And your wan wandering

Died at The Hippodrome
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 sobriety
no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society

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