Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing

You get a shiver in the
It's raining in the park but
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie four time
You all right 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 hear the jazz go
Competition in other
But the horns, blowing that sound

Way on south
Way on down south in London

You check out Guitar George, he all the chords
But it's strictly rhythm he want to make 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 doing
He can play the honky tonk anything
it up for Friday night

With the
With the Sultans of

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

And the
Yeah, the Sultans played Creole,

the man, he steps right 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"