Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Bojangles

I a man Bojangles
And he for you
In worn out
silver hair, a ragged shirt
And baggy pants, the old shoe
He so high, he jumped so high
he lightly touched down

I met him in a in New Orleans
I was and out
He looked at me to be the of age
As he right out
He talked of life, he of life
He laughed, his leg a step

He said his name,
And he a lick across the cell
He grabbed his
In fettered
Oh, he up high
Then he clicked his
He let go a laugh, he let go a
back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles, Mr.
Mr. Bojangles, dance!

He danced for
At minstrel shows and county
the south
He with tears of 15 years
How his dog and him about
His dog up and died, he up and
After 20 years he still

He I dance now
At chance in honky tonks
For drink and
But of the time
I spend these county bars
Cause I a bit

He his head
And as he his head
I heard ask him
Please,

Mr. Bojangles, Mr.
Mr. Bojangles, dance!