Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing

You get a shiver in the
It's raining in the but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold
A band is blowing Dixie double four
You feel all right when you hear that ring

Well now you step inside but you see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
But the horns, blowing that sound

Way on down
Way on down in London town

You check out George, he knows all the chords
But it's strictly rhythm he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes then an old is all he can afford
When he up under the lights to play his thing

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

With the
With the of Swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the
Drunk and dressed in their brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any playing band
It what they call rock and roll

And the
Yeah, the Sultans played Creole,

the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell
"Goodnight, now it's to go home"
And he it fast with one more thing

"We are the
We are the of Swing"