Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Trombone

From way back on the bandstand,
She like a goddess in the lights,
At some in the set she'd turn
her face and my way most nights,
I'd a little solo,
I'd play for her, she'd smile, 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 and somehow made me whole,
We'd share a room together, my were all green,
And warned me 'bout some story in a movie they'd all seen.

"There's a sadness in 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."

Now the light goes out and the
music and the curtains close,
when your heartbeat race,
Sadness on your face, and you 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 made much money, the counts were light,
We'd count the bars we reached 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, a sadness 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 I'll always be the Sad Trombone,
I guess always be the Sad Trombone.

It's an old, old story, and one probably heard,
You start out in a major key, then you're down a third,
Aimlessly sliding, like a stone,
It doesn't get no deeper, the scraps that you've been thrown,
But some things they just stay with you, 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.