Luyện nghe bài hát My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist

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

And in the half-light , the provincial midnight
To a concertina, they drank in cantinas
And toasted to Edith and the fall of the Reich

My was born in a hovel in Burgundy
Left for the cattle but later was by a communist
Who'd deserted his to follow his dream
To start up a punk rock in South Carolina

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

So my parents had me to the disgust of the
In a bed in a brothel, surprisingly raised tender care
'Til the got tight and they bet me away
To a blind brigadier in a of high-stakes Canasta

But he made me a sailor on his brigadier ship
I know every from main mast to jib sheet
But sometimes I to be landlocked
And to in a bakery