Luyện nghe bài hát The Whiffenpoof Song

To the down at Mory's
To the place Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so
Sing the Whiffenpoofs with their glasses raised on high
And the of their singing casts it's spell

Yes, the of their singing of the songs we love so well
"Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the
We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the

We're poor little lambs who have our way
Baa, baa, baa
We're little black sheep who gone astray
Baa, baa, baa

songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to
Lord mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa