Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

Well, he home from the war
With a in his head
And modified Brougham
And a pair of that opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog that sit still
He went and took up with a Salvation band girl
Who played dirty on a swordfishtrombone
He went to sleep at the bottom of lake
And he "gee, but it's great to be home"
Well, he came from the war with a party in his head
And an idea for a fireworks
And he that he'd be ready with a stainless steel machete
And a half a pint of Ballentine's day
And he holed up in room a hardware store
Cryin' nothing there but tears
He put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield
And stayed like that for years
He up all his expectations, he lit out for California
With a banjo on his knee
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 her head with every word
Chesterfielded in a song
He got twenty years for her from some Oklahoma governor
Said "everything Doughboy does is wrong"
Now say he's doing the obituary mambo
Now say that he's hanging on the wall
Perhaps this the only thing that holds this 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