Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

Well, he came from the war
With a party in his
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of legs that opened up butterfly wings
And a mad dog that sit still
He and took up with a Salvation Army band girl
Who played dirty on a swordfishtrombone
He went to at the bottom of Tenkiller lake
And he said "gee, but it's to be home"
Well, he came home from the war with a in his head
And an idea for a display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a steel machete
And a half a pint of each day
And he holed up in room above a store
nothing there but Hollywood tears
He put a spell on some little Crutchfield girl
And stayed like that for twenty-seven
He up all his expectations, he lit out for California
With a flyswatter banjo on his
With a tiger in his angel hair and Benzedrine for getting there
They found him in a eucalyptus
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and her head with every word
Chesterfielded moonbeams in a
He got twenty years for lovin' her from some governor
"everything this Doughboy does is wrong"
Now say he's doing the obituary mambo
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 they saw him down in
in a boxcar going by
And if you think that you can tell a bigger
I swear to God you'd have to a lie