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 little
ah, she's eaten, eaten with desire.
She spies him through the
from the of her wicked father.
She hails him with a
that some poor singer, just me, had to leave her.
She tempts him a clarinet,
she a Nazi dagger.
She finds him in a heap;
she to be his woman.
He says, "Yes, I go to sleep
but kindly leave, the future,
it open."

He where it is steep,
oh I guess he that he's the very first one,
his hand upon his belt now
like it was the of some big ocean liner.
And she will to touch herself so well
as all the burn down like paper.
And he has lit the
of his cigarillo.
Ah, they'll never, they'll never reach the moon,
at not the one that we're after;
it's floating broken on the open sea, out there, my friends,
and it no survivors.
But lets leave these lovers
why they have each other,
and sing another song, boys,
this one has old and bitter.