Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Trombone

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

"There's a in your playing," she said,
"That my bones,
Something in intonation, something in your tone,
Always understated, 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 room together, my bandmates all green,
And they warned me 'bout some story in a movie all seen.

"There's a in your 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."

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

We never made much money, the counts were light,
We'd 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, a sadness 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 I'll always be the Sad Trombone,
I guess I'll be the Sad Trombone.

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