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 dig what I'm layin' down!
All you sinners drop 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 and swing, what a thing

Start with clappin' your hands all about, all
Don't be silent, let the hear you shout, shout it out
And just let the music 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 where no music
Old scratch Satan gets his kicks, up to his tricks
He'll be laughing up and the banks
Of river Styx

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

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

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

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

In defense now, hence now, here comes Adele
Mrs. Mockingbird, I say you haven't heard
Of the friendly bellowing of our friends the cows
As they shed way from Tea garden to Fuller

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

And furthermore, you are always singin' away
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 best and only way to play, what we to say is

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

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