Luyện nghe bài hát Different Drummer

Born on a Monday, me mother screamin' curses
Me old lad in the pub losin' money on the
Me kicked in the door said, "Get a job, you bastard"
And I rollin' into the world, a walkin' talkin' disaster

With a on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh
Music in me soul and a on me boom box
So up, down, around and crash into the wall
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

At the age of 16 I was apprenticed to a grocer
But they never knew me name, all wanted was, 'Yes And No Sir'
So I bought a guitar, I learnt to write me poetry
And me, and rock and roll set off to see the

Oh, we in pubs and dance halls, we even played in brothels
I learned all about the good through the ass end of a bottle
I about love from many's the fine lady
But I was always searchin' for me one true darlin',

With a on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh
Music in me and a beat on me boom box
So up, down, turn around and into the wall
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

Oh, I searched from coast to coast, Florida to Canada
With me heart upon me sleeve screamin' out, "Hi, are ya?"
'Til I went home with a six foot girl the south side of Chicago
But it out she was a man, oh, can you imagine the disaster?

But the sweetest girl of all was from the state of
Oh, she took me home to bed, kept me rockin' 'til the
Then the door came in, in the midst of me shenanigans
And her husband me up so bad, I'll never get it up again

With a toot on the and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh
in me soul and a beat on me boom box, oh
So up, down, turn and crash into the wall
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

Oh I'm goin' back to Brooklyn with me between me legs, oh
I'm up this rock and roll, 'tis far too dangerous work, oh
Stay at your steady jobs, me boys, get married and have
And keep the away from them California ladies

a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh
Music in me soul and a on me boom box
So up, down, turn around and crash into the
to the beat of me own different drummer, oh

With a toot on the and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh
Music in me soul and a beat on me box
So up, down, turn around and crash into the
Dancin' to the beat of me own drummer, oh

With a toot on the and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh
Music in me and a beat on me boom box
So up, down, turn around and into the wall
Dancin' to the beat of me own drummer, oh