Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmie Standing In The Rain

Third-Class in his pocket
Punching out the shadows the sockets
Tweed coat up against the fog

Slow coaches rolling the moor
the very memory
And of war

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

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

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
Eyes in and out of focus
Mild and bitter from

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

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

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

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

glistening
Your soft plaintive
And your wan wandering

down at The Hippodrome
Now walking off to jeers, the lonely 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 platform at a Lancashire
calling you again
It's finally
Jimmie's standing in the