Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

Well, he came home the war
With a in his head
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of legs that up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog wouldn't sit still
He and took up with a Salvation Army band girl
Who played water on a swordfishtrombone
He to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller lake
And he said "gee, but it's to be home"
Well, he came home from the war a party in his head
And an idea for a fireworks
And he knew that he'd be ready with a steel machete
And a half a of Ballentine's each day
And he holed up in above a hardware store
Cryin' there but Hollywood tears
He put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield
And stayed like for twenty-seven years
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
With a flyswatter banjo on his
With a lucky tiger in his angel hair and for getting there
They found him in a eucalyptus
Lieutenant got him a canary and skanked her head with every word
Chesterfielded moonbeams in a
He got twenty for lovin' her from some Oklahoma governor
"everything this Doughboy does is wrong"
Now say he's doing the obituary mambo
Now some say that he's hanging on the
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing that this 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 have to tell a lie