Luyện nghe bài hát The Vaudevillian

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

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

You're out of date, they've changed the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

A coffin now appears, it's very
They've put it up on the stage
They push you in, the is plush
It's very grim, away rushed
And lament while others disinfect
The

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