Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Another Song, Boys

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

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 of her wicked father
She him with a microphone
That some poor singer, just like me had to her

She tempts him a clarinet
She waves a dagger
She finds him lying in a
She to be his woman

He says, "Yes, I just go to sleep
But leave, leave the future, leave it open"
He stands where it is
Oh, I guess he thinks 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 herself so
As all the sails burn like paper

And he has lit the
Of his famous
Ah, they'll never, they'll never reach the moon
At not the one that we're after

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

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