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 drop everything, 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 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
Sing you sinners 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, he's up to his
He'll be laughing up and down the
Of that Styx

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

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

But remember that the day will when you
Will be steak on a plate, folks, you know it's fate
So dig the music of the of sphere
your 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 to sing was a crime

In defense now, hence now, here Adele Mccluck
Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven't
Of the bellowing swing 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 they get up to
They blow a fatter bone tone into the

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

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

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