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 drop everything,
Let the and the harmony 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 all about, all about
be silent, let the Lord hear you shout, shout it out
And just let the music come out of snout
you sinners won't you sway and swing, check it out

Dig the of what I mean 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 you're depraved, you can
It's apparent you have misbehaved, to your grave
But if you should be saved, just behave
a listen now to the bird

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 that 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 come when 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

a little too dark
Still, it is true, we've got for such a limited time
What, are ya stupid, ya
You'd to sing was a crime

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

of spendin' every day just sneakin' around
To live lick, these cats work on their cow tone
So when get up to blow
They blow a fatter bone 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 settlin' to play, we could say
A moo is an array of what always known to be
The best and only way to play, we mean to say is

Before the band will let ya 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
the way to swing

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