Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Another Song, Boys

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

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

She spies him the glasses
From the of her wicked father
She hails him a microphone
That some poor singer, like me had to leave her

She tempts him a clarinet
She waves a Nazi
She finds him in a heap
She to be his woman

He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep
But leave, leave the future, leave it open"
He where it is steep
Oh, I guess he thinks that the very first one

His hands upon his belt now
Like it was the wheel of big ocean liner
And she learn to touch herself so well
As all the sails down like paper

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

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

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