Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Man With A Horn

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

He played so much feelin'
Tears from his eyes
He and reminisced a bit
And he gave a sigh!
Said, "You know, I almost it
But that was before time
Dixieland, Po' Blues
ScatMan and wine."

his knee and gave a grin
It sure was good back
Reaching for his on the floor
it in an old towsack
That hung his back
He "Goodbye!"
And out the door.

Enthused by what he me
I got his name
So, I called the waitress
And started to
A tired old man - his tarnished
of years gone by
How he played his horn and
Smiled with eyes.

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

He said, "Goodbye" shuffled out the door.