Luyện nghe bài hát Wind Him Up

(lyrics by Jim Crichton)
Aldo's at his table
And he's if he's able
To the number right this time
He watches as the stops spinning
the number that is winning
As he for his glass of wine
Once he it's hard to stop
keepin' up a pace like a tight wound clock
Be sure you step in his way
He'll keep those numbers
This may be his day
As all the bets are
Aldo lights a smoke, shakin'
>From right to the ground
He knows tonight holds one last
'n give the wheel a final
Slippery fingers drop the money
he starts it's hard to stop
He's keepin' up a pace a tight wound clock
And as he the table, "No luck today"
You can rest
He's back to try again
Wind him up, he can't
He's wound up tight like the clock
That's its second hand down
Wind him up, he stop
He on going 'round the clock
He's his second hand down