Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Adeline

Bumble had a party
On his birthday number
Which isn't fact, it's fine
Except he nine swine to come at (?) for birthday cake and wine.

Except his mom, Sweet
Who went to work at past nine
hated swine to drink her wine
(?)
So--he simply didn't her

At nine past nine, the pigs and swine broke the door
And gobbled cake and oinked grunts
And pulled nine kinds of stunts!

(The pigs throw around, dance on the table, and draw pictures on the wall.)

The house looked a stinking sty,
And Artie had to cry
all nine swine cried, "Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!
May live nine hundred years!"

isn't bad.
In fact, it's
Except, then, Sweet Adeline,
Who finished work at (half?) nine
And hurried home so she dine
Bumble on his birthday nine
And found, instead, squealing swine,
Began to shriek and and whine:

"I'll give you pigs number nine to split!
Get lost! Vamoose! Just scram, or else I'll you into ham!"

(She holds up fingers, one at a time. As she hold up each one, a pig rushes out and slams the door.)

Nine the door slammed.

(Door slams more.)

again.
"How odd," thought "it's ten."
And a voice cried, meek and humble,
"Please let me in. your boy, Bumble."

So Adeline, mom divine
Took in her Bumble
And kissed him nine times over
isn't bad . . .
In fact, fine