Luyện nghe bài hát The Mexican Scotsman

Jose, get your
And down to the square
the passers-bye
And you'll make some money

Jose came to country
Looking for a
To make some decent
To buy a pair of
But we were in
And jobs far and few
So jose took his
And did he had to do

Dressed in his and Kilt
his bagpipes and maracas
Playing away for his
Boiled with nachos

One day while he was
A pretty young came by
She said "Jose, take s troll me"
Says Jose, "Si! Si! 'Aye!"
They spent the day
Then she him to a dance
Well, Jose moved gracefully
he wasn't wearing pants

And he was born in City
Educated in
In sandals and bright pancho
Jose's fashion statement was not

But when went to the men's room
was trouble close at hand
Cause in came Bob, the man
The roughest man in the
Says Bob, "You're pretty
In your little tartan
Now you'd best be off to the room
I pummels you into a mess"

Now you could heard a pin drop
As Jose around
His blood began to boil
And it this kind of sound...

And it all was over
Bob lay on the floor
He looked the saddest wreck
Ever blown a
Now, the keep a lookout
they're on the land
For knows well that they doesn't mess
With a Scottish man!