Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Trombone

From way back on the bandstand,
She like a goddess in the lights,
At point in the set she'd turn
her face and glance my way nights,
I'd a little solo,
I'd play for her, she'd smile, the favor,
I'd make the love to her with every semiquaver.

"There's a sadness in playing," she said,
"That my bones,
Something in your intonation, something in tone,
understated, never overblown,
My for you is Sad Trombone.
Yes, my for you is Sad Trombone."

It seemed like she'd the secret key to my soul,
And gathered up my broken life and somehow me whole,
We'd share a room together, my were all green,
And warned me 'bout some story in a movie they'd all seen.

"There's a sadness in playing," she said,
"That my bones,
Something in your intonation, something in tone,
understated, never overblown,
My for you is Sad Trombone.
Yes, my for you is Sad Trombone."

Now when the light out and the
music and the curtains close,
That's when heartbeat race,
Sadness on face, and you can't take no more.
I see you for your smile,
We haven't seen in a while,
Now when the light out and the
music and the curtains close,
Sad Trombone.

We never made much money, the ticket were light,
We'd count the bars until we reached hotel for the night,
She was my coffee, the butter on my toast,
'Til she got a better offer from some on the coast.

Oh, there's a in my playing now,
A cry, a moan,
Something in my of notes,
in my tone,
Sliding to the deepest from a lonely baritone,
I I'll always be the Sad Trombone,
I guess I'll be the Sad Trombone.

It's an old, old story, and one probably heard,
You start out in a major key, you're down a minor third,
sliding, sinking like a stone,
It get no deeper, than the scraps that you've been thrown,
But some things they just stay with you, after they have flown,
And it comes back down...to the bone,
And it always back down...to the bone,
to the bone,
to the bone.