Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

Well, he came home the war
a party in his head
And modified Brougham
And a pair of legs that opened up butterfly wings
And a mad dog wouldn't sit still
He and took up with a Salvation Army band girl
Who dirty water on a swordfishtrombone
He went to sleep at the of Tenkiller lake
And he "gee, but it's 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 a stainless steel machete
And a a pint of Ballentine's each day
And he up in room above a hardware store
Cryin' nothing but Hollywood tears
He put a on some poor little Crutchfield girl
And stayed like that for twenty-seven
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 and skanked her head with every word
Chesterfielded in a song
He got twenty years for her from some Oklahoma governor
Said "everything this Doughboy is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the obituary
Now say that he's hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing that holds man together
say he was never here at all
And some say saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a boxcar by
And if you think that you can tell a bigger
I swear to God you'd have to a lie