Luyện nghe bài hát Mack The Knife

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth
And he shows 'em, pearly
Just a jack knife has Macheath
And he keeps it way out of

When shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows to spread
Fancy though has Macheath dear
So there's never, a trace of red

On the sidewalk, one Sunday
Lies a body, life
Someone's 'round the corner
Could that someone be the Knife

From a tugboat, on the river going
A cement bag is dropping on
You that cement is for the weight dear
You can make a large bet Mackie's back in

My man Louis Miller, he the scene babe
After drawing out all the from his stash
Now Macheath spends a sailor
Do you suppose our boy, he's something rash

Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby
Did this song nice, Ella too
all sang it, with so much feeling
That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add new

But with his big band, behind me
Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can't
When I tell you, all about Mack the babe
an offer, you can never refuse

We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that
And this great big band, up the rear
All the band cats, in band now
They make the greatest sounds, you're never hear

Oh Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown

Hey the forms, on the right dear
Now that Macheath's back in
You'd better lock doors, and call the law
Because Macheath's in town
Oh, the shark,
Yes, the shark,
It has big
deep.

Then Macheath
his big knife,
But it's
In his slip.

And same shark,
This sweet shark,
It sheds red
it bleeds.

Mackie Big
a white glove,
Pure in and
in deed.

Sunday
Lovely sky,
There's a stretched
On the Strand.

Who's the man
The
Well, Mackie,
in hand.

Jenny
wee Jenny,
There found her
in breast.

Mackie's
On the Pier
Hoping
For the best.

Mind fire burnt
All Soho.
kids dead
One old flower.

Hey Mackie,
How is she
Have
Hold hour.

And sweet babes
Under
Story that
Black and

For the of
One good
Mackie,
How you?

For the of
One good
Mackie,
How you?