Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Trombone

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

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

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

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

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

We never made money, the ticket counts were light,
We'd count the bars until we some 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, a sadness 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 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, then down a minor third,
sliding, sinking like a stone,
It get no deeper, than the scraps that you've been thrown,
But some they just stay with you, long after they have flown,
And it comes back down...to the bone,
And it always comes down...to the bone,
to the bone,
to the bone.