Luyện nghe bài hát Sing You Sinners

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

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

Start with your hands all about, all about
be silent, let the Lord hear you shout, shout it out
And let the music come out of your snout
you sinners won't you sway 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 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, behave
Take a now to the bird

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

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

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

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

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

And furthermore, you tweety-birds are always singin'
Never givin' up a of what you say
We do shedding takes up most of our day
So when we start settlin' to play, we say
A moo is an array of what we've known to be
The and only way to play, what we mean to say is

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

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