Luyện nghe bài hát Sealion

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

The ice castles are refrigerated
The super-marketeers are on
a golden handshake hanging 'round your neck
As you light your on the burning deck

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

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

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

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

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

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

Look how we balance the world on the tips of our
sea lions with a ball at the carnival