Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing (Metal Version)

Sultans of

Dire

You get a in the dark,
It's a raining in the but meantime-
South of the you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing Dixie, double four time
You feel alright you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many
Coming in out of the they hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
Uh but the horns they blowin' sound
Way on
Way on
London
Check out guitar george, he the chords
Mind strictly rhythm he doesn't 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, make the
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky tonk like
it up, for Friday night
With the
We're the of Swing
a crowd a young boys they're a foolin' around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playin' band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the
Yeah the they play creole, creole

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

We are the
We are the Sultans of