Luyện nghe bài hát Sing You Sinners

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

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

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

Dig the of what I mean in a world where there's no music
Old scratch Satan gets his kicks, he's up to his
He'll be up and down the banks
Of that Styx

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

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

But that the day will come when 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

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

In defense now, hence now, here comes Adele
Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you heard
Of the friendly swing of our friends the cows
As shed their way from Tea garden to Fuller

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

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

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

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