Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Trombone

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

"There's a in your playing," she said,
"That my bones,
Something in your intonation, something in tone,
understated, never 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 broken and somehow made me whole,
We'd share a room together, my were all green,
And they warned me 'bout some story in a they'd all seen.

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

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

We never much money, the ticket counts were light,
We'd the bars until we reached some hotel for the night,
She was my morning coffee, the on my toast,
'Til she got a better offer from some 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 deepest bass a lonely baritone,
I guess I'll be the Sad Trombone,
I guess always be the Sad Trombone.

It's an old, old story, and one you've heard,
You start out in a major key, you're down a minor third,
Aimlessly sliding, sinking a stone,
It doesn't get no deeper, than the scraps that been thrown,
But some things 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.