Luyện nghe bài hát Sing You Sinners

Once a mockingbird, dig, he was overheard,
out a word, I, to a cattle heard, heard

All you creatures dig what I'm layin' down!
All you sinners drop everything,
Let the melody and the ring, let it ring
arms up to heaven and sing, ring a ding
Sing you sinners won't you sway and swing, a thing

Start with clappin' hands all about, all about
Don't be silent, let the hear you shout, shout it out
And let the music come out of your snout
Sing you sinners won't you and swing, check it out

Dig the drift of what I mean in a world there's no music
Old scratch Satan his kicks, he's up to his tricks
He'll be laughing up and down the
Of river Styx

You're so wicked baby, and depraved, you can rave
It's apparent that you have misbehaved, to grave
But if you should wanna be saved, behave
Take a now to the bird

Stop all that chewin' your curd and all standin' in the mud there
Swing people! Swing every chortle from mortal, portal
I know everyone believes that cattle prodigies are like a sneeze
Hard blowin', missin one lick of blowin' to show
If you sing, you gotta

But remember that the day will come you
Will be just steak on a plate, folks, you know it's
So dig the music of the of sphere
Before swing arrives too late

a little too dark
Still, it is true, we've got breath for a limited time
What, are ya stupid, ya
You'd think to was a crime

In defense now, hence now, comes Adele Mccluck
Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven't
Of the bellowing swing of our friends the cows
As shed their way from Tea garden to Fuller

Instead of every day just sneakin' around
To live another lick, these cats work on cow tone
So when get up to blow
They blow a bone tone into the ozone

And furthermore, you tweety-birds are always away
givin' up a thought of what you say
We cows do takes up most of our day
So when we start to play, we could say
A moo is an array of we've always known to be
The best and way to play, what we mean to say is

Before the band will let ya sing, sing with Fletcher
You've got to get your to swing like the Bean or Satch
So your horn can blow, a single or two of deeper thinking
That's the way to

So set your mind upon a tone when you're all alone
And you have a cornerstone like the bass trombone
Blow horn and take a bow, so that you're swinging like the cows
would be so proud of us