Luyện nghe bài hát My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist

My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist, in Paris
Smuggling for the underground
And she met my at a fete in Aix-en-Provnence
He was disguised as a Russian cadet in the of the Axis

And there in the , the provincial midnight
To a concertina, they drank in cantinas
And toasted to Edith Piaf and the of the Reich

My sister was born in a in Burgundy
Left for the cattle but later was found by a
Who'd deserted his ranks to follow his
To up a punk rock band in South Carolina

Well, I get letters sometimes they a plantation
She the tobacco, he offends the nation
And they write, "Don't be a stranger, y'hear, sincerely, sister"

So my had me to the disgust of the prostitutes
In a bed in a brothel, surprisingly raised with tender
the money got tight and they bet me away
To a blind brigadier in a game of high-stakes

But he me a sailor on his brigadier ship fleet
I know every yardarm from main mast to jib
But sometimes I long to be
And to work in a