Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing

You get a in the dark,
It's raining in the park, but
South of the river, you stop and you everything.
A is blowin' Dixie, double-four time.
You feel alright when you hear that play.

You step inside, but you don't see too faces.
Comin' in out of the to hear the jazz go down.
in other places...
But the horns, blowin' that sound.
Way on south,
Way on down south,

Check out Guitar George, he all the chords.
But it's strictly he doesn't want to make it cry or sing.
If any old is all he can afford,
When he up under the lights to play his thing.

And Harry mind if he doesn't make the scene.
got a daytime job, he's doing alright.
He can the honky tonk like anything,
it up for Friday night.
the Sultans,
With the Sultans of

And a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner,
Drunk and dressed in their brown baggies and their platform soles.
The don't give a damn about any trumpet band.
It ain't what call rock and roll.
And the Sultans,
Yes the play Creole.

And then the man, he right up to the microphone.
And says at last, just as the bell rings,
"Goodnight, now it's to go home."
And he makes it fast, with one more
"We're the Sultans,
"We are the of Swing."