Luyện nghe bài hát The Vaudevillian

You take the stage, you're at your
They've hushed the stalls at behest
You start your act, you your songs
The is packed, they sing along
You seem, they say, so gay
The vaudevillian, one in a

The girls you've loved, the you've known
The wars you lost, old trombone
And now the that crease your face
Are wet with tears and hot grease
You know your lines, but God knows they are
The vaudevillian, one in a

You're out of date, they've the styles
They to hate, they hate to smile
start to stamp, they start to boo
You're old man, they don't know who
You've lost your shape, you've lost "you"
The vaudevillian, one in a

A coffin now appears, it's very
put it here up on the stage
They you in, the trim is plush
It's very grim, you're rushed
And some lament while disinfect
The

And now you take a nap
And when you wake the stars are
And God is dead and this smell
And not feeling very well
It seems you're dead, oh hell!
The vaudevillian, one in a