Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Another Song, Boys

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

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

She spies him the glasses
the pawnshops of her wicked father
She hails him with a
That some poor singer, just like me had to her

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

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

His hands his leather belt now
Like it was the wheel of some big liner
And she learn to touch herself so well
As all the sails burn 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 after

It's floating, on the open sea, look out there, my friends
And it carries no
But let's leave these wondering
Why they have each other

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