Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

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