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 what I'm down!
All you sinners drop everything,
Let the melody and the harmony ring, let it
arms up to heaven and sing, ring a ding
Sing you sinners you sway and swing, what a thing

Start clappin' your hands all about, all about
be silent, let the Lord hear you shout, shout it out
And just let the 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 where there's no music
Old scratch Satan his kicks, he's up to his tricks
be laughing up and down the banks
Of that Styx

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

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

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

That's a little too
Still, it is true, got breath for such a limited time
What, are ya stupid, ya
think to sing was a crime

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

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

And furthermore, you are always singin' away
Never up a thought of what you say
We do shedding takes up most of our day
So when we settlin' to play, we could say
A moo is an array of we've always known to be
The best and only way to play, what we to say is

Before the will let ya sing, sing with Fletcher Henderson
You've got to get your self to 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 a tone when you're shedding all alone
And you will have a cornerstone the bass trombone
your horn and take a bow, so that you're swinging like the cows
Pythagoras would be so of us