Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans Of Swing

You get a in the dark
raining in the park but meantime
South of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double time
You feel alright when you hear that ring

You inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many places
But not too many horns can that sound
Way on south way on down south London town

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

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

And a crowd of young boys they're around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
The don't give a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
And the Sultans Creole

And the man he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
you goodnight now it's time to go home'
And he makes it fast with one thing
'We are the of Swing'