Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing

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

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

Way on down
Way on down in London town

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

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

the Sultans
With the Sultans of

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

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 fast one more thing

"We are the
We are the of Swing"