Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Trombone

From way back on the bandstand,
She looked a goddess in the lights,
At some point in the set she'd
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, in your tone,
understated, never overblown,
My for you is Sad Trombone.
Yes, my for you is Sad Trombone."

It seemed she'd found the secret key to my soul,
And gathered up my broken and somehow made me whole,
We'd a room together, my bandmates were 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 heartbeat race,
Sadness on your face, and you take no more.
I see you for your smile,
We seen that in a while,
Now the light goes out and the
music and the curtains close,
Sad Trombone.

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

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

It's an old, old story, and one probably 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 scraps that you've thrown,
But some things they just stay with you, long after have flown,
And it comes back down...to the bone,
And it comes back down...to the bone,
to the bone,
to the bone.