Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing

You get a in the dark
It's raining in the but meantime
South of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing double four time
You feel all right you hear that music ring

Well now you step inside but you don't see too many
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go
in other places
But the horns, they blowing sound

Way on down
Way on down south in town

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

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

With the
With the of Swing

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

And the
Yeah, the Sultans Creole, Creole

Then the man, he steps right up to the
And at last just as the time bell rings
"Goodnight, now time to go home"
And he makes it fast one more thing

"We are the
We are the of Swing"