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, eaten, she's eaten with desire

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

She him with a clarinet
She waves a dagger
She finds him lying in a
She wants to be his

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

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

And he has lit the
Of his famous
Ah, they'll never, they'll never 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 leave these lovers wondering
Why they cannot have other

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