Luyện nghe bài hát That Old Back Scratcher

(parody of "That Old Black Magic" by Glenn & His Orchestra,
from the "Star-Spangled Rhythm")
That old scratcher has me in its spell,
That old scratcher like the Chinese sell.
Your fingers up and down my spine,
The old itchcraft when your touch meets mine.
You tame tingle when I'm all alone;
For I am single, so, to his own.
So down and you go,
and around and around you go;
Scratching my zone.
I throw you away,
But I do;
I must give in to skin.
A skin with such a desire;
I'm scratching low,
The itching higher.
Oh, the scrubber that placated me,
That chased each place irritated me;
And then, night, you broke my heart.
Because I sat on you,
Two hundred on you,
Then, snap, crack,
Everything just black
My wonderful old back fell apart.
Yes, you in half,
And now you're too
I Scotch tape as a last resort.
But with Scotch tape it the same;
The thrill that was is suddenly tame.
But, Old Man will not get me down;
I tomorrow night for Chinatown.
For I must Heaven's plan:
and around I'll go,
Through Chinatown go,
Hoping to find another one like you,
An old Chinese scratcher made in Japan!
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