Luyện nghe bài hát Sing You Sinners

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

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

Start with clappin' your all about, all about
Don't be silent, let the Lord hear you 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 drift of what I in a world where there's no music
Old scratch gets his kicks, he's up to his tricks
He'll be laughing up and down the
Of that river

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

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

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

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

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 shed their way from Tea garden to Fuller

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

And furthermore, you tweety-birds are always singin'
Never up a thought of what you say
We cows do shedding takes up of our day
So when we start 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 band 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 mind upon a tone when you're shedding all
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