Luyện nghe bài hát Sealion

Over the and under the sky
Riding gray horses, go you and I
Mating with chance, copulating mirth
The sad glad paymasters, for what it's

The ice castles are refrigerated
The are on parade
a golden handshake hanging 'round your neck
As you your cigarette on the burning deck

And you your world on the tip of your nose
a sea lion with a ball at the carnival

You wear a shiny and a funny hat
The almighty animal trainer, let's it go at
You bark ever so at the trainer's gun
you whiskers melting in the noon-day sun

You and you flop under the big white top
Where the long-legged mistress starts and stops
But you know, after all, the act is thin
As the crowd uneasy and the boos begin

But you your world on the tip of your nose
You're a sea with a ball at the carnival

Just a trace of pride our fixed grins
For is no business like the show where in
There is no reason, no rhyme, no
To leave the circus 'til we've said night

The same in the same old way
It's the same old to this passion play
So well shoot the moon and hope to the tune
And make no pin cushion of big balloon

Look how we balance the on the tips of our noses
Like sea lions a ball at the carnival