Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

Well, he came from the war
With a in his head
And modified DeVille
And a pair of legs that opened up like wings
And a mad dog that sit still
He went and took up a Salvation Army band girl
Who played water on a swordfishtrombone
He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller
And he said "gee, but great to be home"
Well, he came home from the war a party in his head
And an for a fireworks display
And he knew that he'd be ready a stainless steel machete
And a half a pint of each day
And he holed up in room above a hardware
Cryin' nothing there but Hollywood
He put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield
And stayed that for twenty-seven years
He up all his expectations, he lit out for California
With a flyswatter banjo on his
With a lucky tiger in his angel hair and for getting there
found him in a eucalyptus tree
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and skanked her with every word
Chesterfielded moonbeams in a
He got twenty for lovin' her from some Oklahoma governor
Said "everything this does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the mambo
Now say that he's hanging on the wall
this yarn's the only thing that holds this man together
Some say he was never at all
And some say they saw him 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