Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing (Metal Version)

Sultans of

Straits

You get a in the dark,
It's a raining in the but meantime-
South of the river you stop and you everything
A is blowing Dixie, double four time
You feel alright you hear the music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they the jazz go down
Competition in other
Uh but the horns blowin' that sound
Way on
Way on
London
out guitar george, he knows-all the chords
Mind he's strictly he doesn't want to make them cry or sing
They said an old is all, he can afford

When he gets up the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't, the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing
He can the honky tonk like anything
Savin' it up, for Friday
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of
Then a a young boys they're a foolin' around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any playin' band
It ain't what call rock and roll
Then the
the Sultans they play creole, creole

And then the man he right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now time to go home
And he makes it fast with one thing

We are the
We are the Sultans of