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 hold
A band is Dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear music ring

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

Way on down
Way on down in London town

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

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

With the
the Sultans of Swing

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

And the
Yeah, the Sultans played Creole,

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

"We are the
We are the of Swing"