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 double four
You feel alright when you hear that ring

You step 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 make that
Way on down south way on down London town

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

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

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

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