Luyện nghe bài hát Yessirree

I know a magical to get a taste
Of a heaven on earth
just a watering hole but many a soul
Go there to their thirst

my whistle's dry there's nowhere
That I can think of I'd be
called the blue moon tap room
Yessirree,

It has cent draws
And that's because only cost Tony two-bits
See it's joint and he makes it a point
To let poor bum get lit

He's a drunk's Saint and he won't hesitate
To fix you supper for free
It's called the Blue Moon Tap
Yessirree,

Each morning at eight it opens gates
For all of my and me
With our foots on the rail and our of ale
We tell stories no one believes

We spit and we cuss at the that left us
Then toast to our freedom glee
It's called the blue tap room
Yessirree,

I sit tight each night they turn up the lights
Empty my one and leave
Then my eyes at the dawn in the sky
As people walk by on the

God only knows it is they go
But there's one place for me
And that's where you'll me
'Cause it's called the Blue Moon Tap
Yessirree,