Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Another Song, Boys

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

Ah his fingernails, I see broken,
his they're all on fire.
The moneylender's lovely daughter
ah, she's eaten, she's with desire.
She him through the glasses
from the of her wicked father.
She hails him a microphone
that poor singer, just 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 kindly leave, the future,
it open."

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