Luyện nghe bài hát The Vaudevillian

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

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

out of date, they've changed the styles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

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

And now you a little nap
And when you the stars are black
And God is dead and there's smell
And you're not very well
It you're dead, oh bloody hell!
The vaudevillian, one in a