Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Trombone

From way here on the bandstand,
She looked like a in the lights,
At some point in the set turn
her face and glance my way nights,
I'd take a solo,
I'd for her, she'd smile, return the favor,
I'd make the sweetest to her with every semiquaver.

"There's a in your 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."

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

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

Now when the goes out and the
music stops and the close,
That's your heartbeat race,
Sadness on face, and you can't take no more.
I see you for your smile,
We seen that in a while,
Now when the goes 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 coffee, the butter on my toast,
'Til she got a better offer some outfit on the coast.

Oh, there's a in my playing now,
A cry, a moan,
in my choice of notes,
in my tone,
Sliding to the deepest bass from a baritone,
I guess always 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 key, then you're down a minor third,
sliding, sinking like a stone,
It doesn't get no deeper, than the scraps that you've thrown,
But some things they just stay with you, long they have flown,
And it comes back down...to the bone,
And it comes back down...to the bone,
to the bone,
to the bone.