Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Man With A Horn

The old man told his
About the gone by
How he played his horn in New Orleans
In some old dive
"I 'em all back then." he said
As he reached out for his
He his eyes - and wet his lips
Then the blues born.

He played with so much
Tears came his eyes
He stopped and a bit
And then he a sigh!
Said, "You know, I almost it
But that was before time
Dixieland, Po' Folks
Jack and wine."

Slapped his knee and a grin
It sure was good then
for his horn on the floor
Placed it in an old
That across his back
He "Goodbye!"
And out the door.

Enthused by he told me
I never got his
So, I the waitress over
And started to
A tired old man - his tarnished
Mem'ries of gone by
How he his horn and reminisced
Smiled with eyes.

She you are mistaken
There's no one but you
But I know who you're 'bout
I to know him, too
You'll him down on Basin Street
In of an old churchyard
A that reads, "Rest in Peace
I tried but it was hard."

He said, "Goodbye" then out the door.