Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing

You get a in the dark
raining in the park but meantime
South of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four
You feel all when you hear that music ring

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

Way on down
Way on down south in town

You out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
But it's strictly rhythm he want to make it cry or sing
Yes then an old guitar is all he can
When he gets up under the lights to his thing

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

With the
the Sultans of Swing

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

And the
Yeah, the Sultans played Creole,

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

"We are the
We are the of Swing"