Luyện nghe bài hát My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist

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

And there in the half-light , the midnight
To a lone concertina, they drank in
And toasted to Edith Piaf and the fall of the

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

Well, I get letters sometimes they bought a
She weeds the tobacco, he 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 and they bet me away
To a blind in a game of high-stakes Canasta

But he made me a sailor on his brigadier fleet
I know yardarm from main mast to jib sheet
But I long to be landlocked
And to in a bakery