Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

Well, he came from the war
With a in his head
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of that opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog that sit still
He and took up with a Salvation Army band girl
Who dirty water on a swordfishtrombone
He went to sleep at the bottom of lake
And he said "gee, but great to be home"
Well, he home from 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 above a store
nothing there but Hollywood tears
He put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield
And stayed like that for twenty-seven
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
a flyswatter banjo on his knee
With a lucky tiger in his angel hair and for getting there
found him in a eucalyptus tree
Lieutenant got him a bird and skanked her head with every word
Chesterfielded in a song
He got years for lovin' her from some Oklahoma governor
Said "everything this Doughboy is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the mambo
Now some say that hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the thing that holds this man together
Some say he was here at all
And say they saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a boxcar by
And if you think that you can tell a tale
I swear to God you'd have to a lie