Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Trombone

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, there's a sadness in my now,
A cry, a moan,
in my choice of notes,
in my tone,
Sliding to the bass from a lonely 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 probably heard,
You start out in a major key, then you're a minor third,
Aimlessly sliding, sinking a stone,
It doesn't get no deeper, than the that you've been thrown,
But some things they just stay with you, after they have flown,
And it always back down...to the bone,
And it always comes down...to the bone,
to the bone,
to the bone.