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

Start with your hands all about, all about
Don't be silent, let the hear you shout, shout it out
And just let the 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 where there's no
Old scratch Satan his kicks, he's up to his tricks
He'll be up and down the banks
Of that river

so wicked 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
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 that everyone believes that cattle prodigies are like a
Hard blowin', missin one of blowin' talent to show
If you sing, you swing

But remember that the day will 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
think to sing was a crime

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

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

And furthermore, you tweety-birds are always away
Never up a thought of what you say
We do shedding takes up most of our day
So when we start to play, we could say
A moo is an array of what always 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 the Bean or Satch
So your horn can blow, a note or two of deeper thinking
That's the way to

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