Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Another Song, Boys

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

Ah his fingernails, I see broken,
his they're all on fire.
The lovely little daughter
ah, she's eaten, eaten with desire.
She spies him the glasses
from the pawnshops of her father.
She hails him a microphone
that some poor singer, like me, had to leave her.
She him with a clarinet,
she a Nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a
she to be his woman.
He says, "Yes, I might go to
but leave, leave the future,
it open."

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