Luyện nghe bài hát Sultans of Swing (Metal Version)

Sultans of

Straits

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

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 doing
He can play the honky like anything
Savin' it up, for Friday
With the
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd a young 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 about any trumpet playin'
It what they call rock and roll
Then the
Yeah the Sultans play creole, creole

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

We are the
We are the Sultans of