Luyện nghe bài hát Sealion

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

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

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

You wear a shiny skin and a hat
The almighty trainer, let's it go at that
You bark 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 and stops
But you know, all, the act is wearing thin
As the crowd grow uneasy and the boos

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

a trace of pride upon our fixed grins
For there is no like the show where in
is no reason, no rhyme, no right
To leave the circus 'til said good night

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

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