Luyện nghe bài hát Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone

Love is better than a warm trombone, when blown, softly by a two tone,
Down on luck by chance, caress her off at the boogaloo trance

With his hands in his pocket he not lie
With his hands in his pocket he to cry
With his hands in his he lowered his eye
He said "Miss I guess I ought to apologise, I've fallin, I'm falling down"

The river of your lovelorn souls is getting deeper than the dish washing bowl
Now brother get the dirt off your hands, getting darker than a sun-chaser's the sun tan

With his in his pockethe could not lie
With his hands in his pockethe to cry
With his hands in his pockethe his eyes
He said "Miss, I guess I ought to apologise, been fallin, I'm falling down"

With his hands in his began to cry
With his hands in his pockethe not lie
With his hands in his lowered his eyes
He "Miss, I guess I ought to apologise, I've been fallin, I'm falling down"