Luyện nghe bài hát The King of Broadway

I used to be the king, the king of old
The best of everything was mine to have day
I had the biggest hits
The bathrooms at the Ritz
My showgirls had the tits
I never was the in any way

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

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

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

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

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

There was a
He the finest clothes
His were always new
Now I wear a tux
two weeks overdue

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

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

he was the king
You've heard of in the round?
looking at the man who invented theater in the square
Nobody had a good king of old Broadway
I've spent my entire life in the
I was a of the great Boris Tomaschevski

Yes, he taught me everything I
I'll never forget, he to me on his deathbed and said
"Maxella, alle menschen muss zu machen, tug a gentzen kachen"
What does mean?
Who I don't speak Yiddish, strangely enough, neither did he
But in my heart I knew what he was
He was saying, when you're and out
And thinks you're finished
the time to stand up on your two feet and shout
"Who do you to fuck to get a break in this town!

I to be the king
The of old Broadway
Again I be king
And be on top to

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

be gala opening nights again
You'll see my in lights again
I'll go from dark to again
My spirits high as again
never suffer slights again
I'll those sweet delights again

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

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

Bialystock will never
Bialystock never stop
Bialystock will be on top

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