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, all on fire
The moneylender's lovely daughter
Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten 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 tempts him with a
She a Nazi dagger
She him lying in a heap
She wants to be his

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 belt now
Like it was the wheel of some big liner
And she will learn to touch so well
As all the sails burn down paper

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

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

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