Luyện nghe bài hát Gus: The Theatre Cat

Gus is the cat at the door
His name, as I ought to have you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's such a to pronounce
That we usually call him Gus

His coat's shabby, he's thin as a rake
And he suffers palsy that makes his paw shake
For he was in his youth quite the of cats
But no longer a to mice or to rats

For he the cat that he was in his prime
his name was quite famous, he says, in his time
And whenever he joins his at their club
Which place at the back of the neighboring pub

He loves to them, if someone else pays
With anecdotes drawn his palmiest days
For he was a star of the highest degree
He has acted with Irving, he has with Tree

And he likes to relate his on the halls
Where the once gave him seven cat calls
But his grandest creation as he loves to
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the

I have played in my every possible part
And I used to know seventy by heart
I'd backchat, I knew how to gag
And I how to let the cat out of the bag

I knew how to act with my and my tail
With an hour of rehearsal, I could fail
I'd a voice that would soften the of hearts
Whether I took the lead, or in character

I have sat by the bedside of poor little
When the curfew was then I swung on the bell
In the pantomime season, I never flat
And I once understudied Dick cats
But my grandest creation, as history tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the

Then, if someone give him a toothful of gin
He will tell how he played a part in East Lynne
At a performance he once walked on pat
When some actor the need for a cat

And I say now these kittens, do not get trained
As we did in the days Victoria reigned
They never get in a regular troupe
And they think they are smart just to through a hoop

And he says as he scratches himself with his
Well the theater is certainly not is was
These modern productions are all well
But there's nothing to equal from I hear tell
That moment of when I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell