Luyện nghe bài hát My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist

My mother was a Chinese artist, in pre-war Paris
Smuggling for the underground
And she met my father at a in Aix-en-Provnence
He was disguised as a Russian cadet in the 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 sister was born in a hovel in
Left for the cattle but later was by a communist
Who'd deserted his ranks to his dream
To start up a rock band in South Carolina

Well, I get letters they bought 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 with tender care
'Til the money got tight and they bet me
To a blind in a game of high-stakes Canasta

But he made me a on his brigadier ship fleet
I know every yardarm from mast to jib sheet
But sometimes I to be landlocked
And to work in a