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 lovely little
Ah, she's eaten, eaten with desire

She him through the glasses
From the pawnshops of her wicked
She hails him a microphone
That some poor singer, just me had to leave her

She tempts him with a
She waves a Nazi
She him lying in a heap
She wants to be his

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

His hands upon his belt now
Like it was the wheel of big ocean liner
And she learn to touch herself so well
As all the sails burn down like

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

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