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, all on fire
The moneylender's lovely little
Ah, she's eaten, eaten with desire

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

She him with a clarinet
She a Nazi dagger
She him lying in a heap
She to be his woman

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

His hands upon his leather now
it was the wheel of some big ocean liner
And she will learn to touch herself so
As all the sails burn down 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, out there, my friends
And it no survivors
But let's leave these lovers
Why cannot have each other

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