Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans Of Swing

You get a in the dark
It's raining in the but meantime
South of the river you and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie four time
You feel alright when you that music ring

You step inside but you see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Too competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make sound
Way on down south way on down south town

You check out Guitar George he knows all the
Mind he's rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can
When he gets up under the lights to his thing

And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the of Swing

And a crowd of young they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing
It ain't what they call rock and
And the Sultans played

And then the man he steps right up to the
And says at last just as the time bell
'Thank you goodnight now it's to go home'
And he makes it fast one more thing
'We are the Sultans of