Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Valentines Dead

Mr. Valentine's dead, and he's Manhattans, singing a coal miner's tune.
In his daddy's tuxedo and Fred shoes, he's the best looking corpse in the room.
Mr. Valentine's dead, and the angels are down at the end of the bar.
They're martinis and laughing at nothing, smoking Habana cigars.

(chorus)
Have you ever dead men dancing so lightly?
Have you ever heard corpses who
Mr. Valentine's dead and the angels take him,
But not 'till finished his drink!

Mr. Valentine's dead, but it won't slow him down. He's determined to on his feet.
And he on the table and orders a round, and he pays with the gold in his teeth.
Mr. Valentine's dead, and he's in Spanish, wearing a rose in his hair.
Now the angels are howling and drinking tequila, shooting guns in the air.

(repeat chorus)

Mr. Valentine's dead, but he still loves a party. He's the last one to leave.
He hangs down his and he cries like a baby when the band plays Good Night Irene.
Mr. Valentine's dead, but he never better! The priest will meet him tonight.
Tell his mom to stop crying and the band to keep playing, the angels are too drunk to fly!

(repeat chorus)