Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Another Song, Boys

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

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

She spies him the glasses
From the pawnshops of her father
She him with a microphone
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 might go to sleep
But kindly leave, the future, leave it open"
He stands it is steep
Oh, I guess he thinks that he's the very one

His hands his leather belt now
Like it was the wheel of big ocean liner
And she will learn to touch herself so
As all the sails burn 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

floating, broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends
And it carries no
But let's leave these lovers
Why they cannot have other

And let's sing another song,
one has grown old and bitter