Luyện nghe bài hát Sealion

Over the mountains and the sky
Riding gray horses, go you and I
Mating with chance, with mirth
The sad glad paymasters, for what worth?

The ice cream are refrigerated
The are on parade
There's a golden handshake hanging your neck
As you light your cigarette on the deck

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

You wear a shiny skin and a hat
The almighty trainer, let's it go at that
You ever so slightly at the trainer's gun
With you melting in the noon-day sun

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

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

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

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

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