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 a little solo,
I'd play for her, 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 your intonation, something in 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 life and somehow made me whole,
share a room together, my bandmates 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 your intonation, something in tone,
understated, never overblown,
My for you is Sad Trombone.
Yes, my for you is Sad Trombone."

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

We made much money, the ticket 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 better 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 deepest bass a lonely baritone,
I I'll always be the Sad Trombone,
I guess always be the Sad Trombone.

an old, old story, and one you've probably heard,
You start out in a major key, then you're down a third,
sliding, sinking like a stone,
It get no deeper, than the scraps that you've been thrown,
But some things they just stay with you, long after have flown,
And it always comes down...to the bone,
And it comes back down...to the bone,
to the bone,
to the bone.