Luyện nghe bài hát The Whiffenpoof Song

To the tables at Mory's, to the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on
And the of their singing casts its spell

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

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

Gentleman songsters off on a
Doomed from here to
Lord have mercy on as we
Baa, baa, baa