Luyện nghe bài hát The Vaudevillian

You take the stage, at your best
hushed the stalls at your behest
You your act, you sing 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 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 what are
The vaudevillian, one in a

out of date, they've changed the styles
They love to hate, they to smile
They start to stamp, they 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, very strange
They've put it up on the stage
They you in, the trim is plush
It's very grim, away you're
And some while others disinfect
The

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