Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing

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

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

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

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

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

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