Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Bojangles

Oh I a man, Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out
silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old shoe
He jumped so high, he so high
Then lightly touch down

Mr. Bojangles, Mr
Mr dance

I met him in a in New Orleans
I was and out
He looked to me to be the of age
As he spoke out
He talked of life, he talked of
He slapped his leg a step

Mr Bojangles, Mr
Mr Bojangles

He the name's Bojangles then he danced a lick
the cell
He his pants, a better stance
Oh he so high, he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, He let go a
back his clothes all around

He danced for at minstrel shows and county fairs
the south
He with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
about
His dog up and died, His dog up and
After 20 he still grieves

He I dance now at every chance in Honky tonks
For drinks and
But most the I spend behind these county bars
I drinks a bit
He his head
And as he shook his
I heard someone ask
Mr Bojangles, Mr
Mr Bojangles oh