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-
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing Dixie, double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the go down
Competition in places
Uh but the horns blowin' that sound
Way on
Way on
town
Check out guitar george, he the chords
he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make them cry or sing
They said an old is all, he can afford

When he up under the lights to play his thing

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

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

We are the
We are the of Swing