Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Another Song, Boys

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

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

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

She tempts him a clarinet
She waves a Nazi
She him lying 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 where it is
Oh, I guess he that he's the very first one

His hands his leather belt now
it was the wheel of some big ocean liner
And she will to touch herself so well
As all the burn down like paper

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

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

And sing another song, boys
This one has old and bitter