Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Another Song, Boys

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

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

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

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

He says, "Yes, I just go to sleep
But leave, leave the future, leave it open"
He stands it is steep
Oh, I guess he thinks that he's the very one

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

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

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

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