Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing (Metal Version)

Sultans of

Straits

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

When he gets up under the to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't, the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the tonk like anything
it up, for Friday night
With the
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd a boys they're a foolin' around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playin' band
It what they call rock and roll
Then the
Yeah the Sultans they creole, creole

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

We are the
We are the Sultans of