Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmie Standing In The Rain

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

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

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

Forgotten Man of an indifferent
Waiting on a 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 town
A hip flask and fumbled 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 platform at a Lancashire
calling you again
The sky is
Jimmie's in the rain

Her soft breath was on his neck
If he choose the time to die
Then he would come and go like
a painted 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 hands around the

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

Brilliantine
Your soft plaintive
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"

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

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