Luyện nghe bài hát The King of Broadway

I used to be the king, the of old Broadway
The of everything was mine to have each day
I always had the biggest
The bathrooms at the Ritz
My had the biggest tits
I was the pits in any way

Workman, bum, bag
We you, thousands wouldn't
We believe you, word
We believe you, couldn't
We believe each we've heard

I used to be the king, the king of old
My they would sing a Ziegfeld so they'd say

My shows were always with class
The champagnes would fill my glass
My lap was filled gorgeous ass
You call me crass in any way

Workman, bum, bag lady,
Usherettes, nuns, street
We believe you, wouldn't
We believe you, every
We believe you, couldn't
We believe each we've heard

There was a time I was young and gay
But straight there was a time I was bold
There was a when each and every play
I touched turn to gold

was a time
He wore the finest
His shoes always new
Now I wear a tux
That's two overdue

Poor Bialy, a shmoozer
Bialy, what a shame
Poor Bialy, a loser
Poor Bialy, fame

reviews! How dare they insult me in this manner?
How quickly forget I am max Bialystock
The first producer ever to do summer stock in the

he was the king
You've heard of theater in the
You're looking at the man who invented in the square
had a good seat king of old Broadway
I've spent my entire life in the
I was a protege of the Boris Tomaschevski

Yes, he taught me I know
I'll forget, he turned to me on his deathbed and said
"Maxella, menschen muss zu machen, jeden tug a gentzen kachen"
does that mean?
Who knows? I don't Yiddish, strangely enough, neither did he
But in my heart I knew what he was
He was saying, when down and out
And everybody you're finished
That's the to stand up on your two feet and shout
"Who do you to fuck to get a break in this town!

I used to be the
The king of old
I will be king
And be on top to

to be the king
King of old
On top to stay, hey

There'll be gala nights again
You'll see my name in again
I'll go dark to brights again
My spirits high as kites
never suffer slights again
I'll those sweet delights again

No plethora of again
No blossoming of again
No fits or frights again

Fame is in my sights
I'll those fancy flights again
I'm gonna scare the again

Bialystock will drop
Bialystock will never
will be on top again

Fame is in his sights
take those fancy flights again
He's scale the heights again
be on top again, hey