Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

Well, he came from the war
a party in his head
And modified Brougham
And a pair of legs opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog wouldn't sit still
He went and took up with a Army band girl
Who played dirty on a swordfishtrombone
He went to at the bottom of Tenkiller lake
And he "gee, but it's great to be home"
Well, he came home the war with a party in his head
And an idea for a display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless steel
And a half a of Ballentine's each day
And he holed up in room a hardware store
Cryin' nothing but Hollywood tears
He put a spell on some poor Crutchfield girl
And stayed like for twenty-seven years
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
With a flyswatter banjo on his
With a lucky in his angel hair and Benzedrine for getting there
They him in a eucalyptus tree
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and skanked her head every word
moonbeams in a song
He got twenty for lovin' her from some Oklahoma governor
Said "everything Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the mambo
Now some say that hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only that holds this man together
Some say he was never at all
And some say saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a boxcar by
And if you think you can tell a bigger tale
I to God you'd have to tell a lie