Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Another Song, Boys

Let's another song, boys
This one has grown old and

Ah, his fingernails, I see they're
His ships, all on fire
The moneylender's little daughter
Ah, she's eaten, eaten with desire

She him through the glasses
From the pawnshops of her wicked
She hails him with a
That poor singer, just like me had to leave her

She him with a clarinet
She waves a dagger
She finds him lying in a
She wants to be his

He says, "Yes, I just go to sleep
But leave, leave the future, leave it open"
He stands where it is
Oh, I he thinks that he's the very first one

His upon his leather belt now
Like it was the of some big ocean liner
And she will learn to touch so well
As all the sails 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 sea, look out there, my friends
And it no survivors
But let's these lovers wondering
Why cannot have each other

And let's sing song, boys
This one has grown old and