Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing

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

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

Way on south
Way on south in London town

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

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

With the
With the Sultans of

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

And the
Yeah, the Sultans Creole, Creole

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

"We are the
We are the of Swing"