Luyện nghe bài hát Gus: The Theatre Cat

Gus is the cat at the theater
His name, as I ought to told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That we call him just Gus

His coat's very shabby, he's as a rake
And he suffers from palsy makes his paw shake
For he was in his quite the smartest of cats
But no longer a terror to mice or to

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

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

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

I have in my time every possible part
And I used to know speeches by heart
I'd extemporize backchat, I 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 never fail
I'd a voice would soften the hardest of hearts
I took the lead, or in character parts

I have sat by the bedside of poor Nell
When the curfew was rung then I swung on the
In the pantomime season, I never flat
And I once understudied Dick Whittington's
But my creation, as history will tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the of the fell

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

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

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