Luyện nghe bài hát Drumming Clown

As the lights go the drumming clown
Whistled a melody and as the pours down
His happy turned into a sad one
And autumn wind reminded him that the had come and gone
So he a pack of swisher sweets whistles down the first one

His clothes are and his hat is dusty his drum is missing snares
He maybe laughin' and he may be no one knows nor cares
His belly's empty his is full he knows where he belongs
So he aboard that lovely train and he whistles his favorite song
He whistles his favorite

And as he he dreams of all the pretty girls
He's seen throughout his life and though his dreams are
His aching feet awake him in the

He wakes to the sound of and he thinks of a reason why
Then he hangs his head to cry then he off to a deeper sleep
That no one could disturb and he woke
He was at a place that was than the birds

He said my God I'm here at is this meant to be
I've lived the of a hobo clown whistle tunes for money
And Lord spoke up and my friend you are not alone
a good life my drumming clown and now you have a home
Now you a home

And somewhere a stock boy opens a
And finds the of an old cigar
He hears a whistling then he gazes at the stars
He at the stars