Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Trombone

From way here on the bandstand,
She looked like a 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, smile, return the favor,
I'd make the love 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 found the secret key to my soul,
And up my broken life and somehow made me whole,
We'd share a together, my bandmates were all green,
And they warned me 'bout story in a movie 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 the light goes out and the
stops and the curtains close,
That's when your 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 goes 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,
she got a better offer from some outfit 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 bass from a lonely baritone,
I guess I'll 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 major key, you're down a minor third,
Aimlessly sliding, like a stone,
It doesn't get no deeper, than the scraps you've been thrown,
But some things just stay with you, long after they have flown,
And it always comes down...to the bone,
And it always back down...to the bone,
to the bone,
to the bone.