Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Trombone

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

"There's a in your playing," she said,
"That my bones,
in your intonation, something in your tone,
Always understated, overblown,
My for you is Sad Trombone.
Yes, my for you is Sad Trombone."

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

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

We never made much money, the ticket were light,
We'd count the bars we reached some hotel for the night,
She was my morning coffee, the on my toast,
she got a better offer from some outfit 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 bass from a lonely baritone,
I guess I'll be the Sad Trombone,
I guess I'll be the Sad Trombone.

an old, old story, and one you've probably heard,
You start out in a major key, you're down a minor third,
sliding, sinking like a stone,
It doesn't get no deeper, than the scraps you've been thrown,
But some things they just with you, long after they have flown,
And it always comes down...to the bone,
And it comes back down...to the bone,
to the bone,
to the bone.