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

Start with clappin' your hands all about, all
Don't be silent, let the Lord hear you shout, it out
And let the music come out of your snout
you sinners won't you sway and swing, check it out

Dig the drift of I mean in a world where there's no music
Old scratch gets his kicks, he's up to his tricks
He'll be up and down the banks
Of river Styx

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

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

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

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

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

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

And furthermore, you tweety-birds are always away
Never up a thought of what you say
We cows do shedding up most of our day
So when we start settlin' to play, we say
A moo is an of what we've 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
got to get your self to swing like 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 when you're shedding all alone
And you will have a cornerstone the bass trombone
Blow your horn and take a bow, so you're swinging like the cows
would be so proud of us