Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Another Song, Boys

(Let's another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.)

Ah his fingernails, I see broken,
his ships all on fire.
The moneylender's lovely daughter
ah, she's eaten, she's eaten desire.
She spies him through the
from the of her wicked father.
She hails him with a
that some poor singer, just like me, had to her.
She tempts him a clarinet,
she waves a dagger.
She finds him in a heap;
she to be his woman.
He says, "Yes, I might go to
but leave, leave the future,
it open."

He stands it is steep,
oh I guess he thinks that he's the very one,
his hand upon his leather now
it was the wheel of some big ocean liner.
And she will learn to herself so well
as all the sails burn down paper.
And he has lit the
of his cigarillo.
Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever the moon,
at least not the one we're after;
floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends,
and it no survivors.
But lets leave these wondering
why cannot have each other,
and let's sing song, boys,
one has grown old and bitter.