Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing (Metal Version)

Sultans of

Dire

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

When he gets up under the lights to play his

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

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

We are the
We are the Sultans of