Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing

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

Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other
But the horns, they that sound

Way on south
Way on south in London town

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

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

With the
the Sultans of Swing

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

And the
Yeah, the played Creole, 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 thing

"We are the
We are the of Swing"