Luyện nghe bài hát The Vaudevillian

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

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

out of date, they've changed the styles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

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

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