Luyện nghe bài hát Mack The Knife

Oh, the shark has pretty dear
And he 'em, pearly white
Just a jack has Macheath dear
And he it way out of sight

When that bites with his teeth, dear
billows begin to spread
Fancy though has Macheath dear
So never, never a trace of red

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

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

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

Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby
Did song nice, Lady Ella too
They all sang it, with so much
That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't add nothing new

But with his big band, jumping me
hard, Jack, I now I can't lose
When I you, all about Mack the Knife babe
It's an offer, you can never

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

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

Hey the line forms, on the right
Now that back in town
better lock your doors, and call the law
Because back in town
Oh, the shark,
Yes, the shark,
It has big
deep.

Then there's
his big knife,
But hidden
In his slip.

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

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

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

the man cruisin'
The
Well, Mackie,
in hand.

Jenny
wee Jenny,
There they her
in breast.

Mackie's
On the Pier
only
For the best.

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

Hey Mackie,
How is she
Have
your hour.

And those sweet
Under
Story that
Black and

For the of
One screwing
Mackie,
How could

For the of
One screwing
Mackie,
How could