Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Trombone

From way back on the bandstand,
She looked a goddess in the lights,
At some in the set she'd turn
her face and glance my way nights,
I'd a little solo,
I'd play for her, she'd smile, the favor,
I'd the sweetest love to her with every semiquaver.

"There's a sadness in playing," she said,
"That my bones,
in your intonation, something in your tone,
Always understated, overblown,
My for you is Sad Trombone.
Yes, my for you is Sad Trombone."

It seemed like found the secret key to my soul,
And gathered up my life and somehow made me whole,
share a room together, my bandmates were all green,
And they warned me some story in a movie they'd all seen.

"There's a sadness in playing," she said,
"That my bones,
Something in your intonation, in your tone,
understated, never overblown,
My for you is Sad Trombone.
Yes, my for you is Sad Trombone."

Now when the light out and the
music stops and the close,
when your heartbeat race,
Sadness on your face, and you can't no more.
I see you searching for smile,
We seen that in a while,
Now when the light out and the
stops and the curtains close,
Sad Trombone.

We never made much money, the ticket were light,
count the bars until we reached some hotel for the night,
She was my morning coffee, the on my toast,
'Til she got a better from some outfit on the coast.

Oh, there's a in my playing now,
A cry, a moan,
Something in my of notes,
in my tone,
Sliding to the bass from a lonely baritone,
I guess I'll be the Sad Trombone,
I I'll always be the Sad Trombone.

It's an old, old story, and one you've heard,
You start out in a major key, then you're a minor third,
sliding, sinking like a stone,
It doesn't get no deeper, than the that you've been thrown,
But things they just stay with you, long after they have flown,
And it comes back down...to the bone,
And it always back down...to the bone,
to the bone,
to the bone.