Luyện nghe bài hát Sing You Sinners

Once a mockingbird, dig, he was overheard,
out a word, I, to a cattle heard, heard

All you bovine creatures dig I'm layin' down!
All you drop everything, everything
Let the and the harmony ring, let it ring
arms up to heaven and sing, ring a ding
Sing you sinners you sway and swing, what a thing

Start with clappin' your hands all about, all
Don't be silent, let the Lord you shout, shout it out
And just let the music out of your snout
Sing you sinners won't you and swing, check it out

Dig the drift of what I mean in a world where no music
Old Satan gets his kicks, he's up to his tricks
He'll be up and down the banks
Of river Styx

You're so wicked baby, and depraved, you can rave
It's that you have misbehaved, to your grave
But if you should wanna be saved, just
Take a listen now to the

Stop all chewin' your curd and all that standin' in the mud there
Swing people! Swing every chortle your mortal, portal
I know everyone believes that cattle prodigies are like a sneeze
Hard blowin', missin one lick of talent to show
If you sing, you swing

But remember that the day will come you
Will be steak on a plate, folks, you know it's fate
So dig the of the swing of sphere
your swing arrives too late

That's a too dark
Still, it is true, we've got for such a limited time
What, are ya stupid, ya
You'd to sing was a crime

In now, hence now, here comes Adele Mccluck
Mrs. Mockingbird, I say you haven't heard
Of the friendly bellowing swing of our friends the
As they shed their way from Tea garden to

Instead of spendin' day just sneakin' around
To live another lick, cats work on their cow tone
So when get up to blow
They blow a fatter bone tone into the

And furthermore, you tweety-birds are always singin'
Never up a thought of what you say
We do shedding takes up most of our day
So we start settlin' to play, we could say
A moo is an array of we've always known to be
The best and only way to play, what we to say is

Before the band will let ya sing, with Fletcher Henderson
You've got to get your self to swing like the Bean or
So your horn can blow, a single note or two of deeper
That's the way to

So set your mind upon a tone when shedding all alone
And you will have a cornerstone the bass trombone
your horn and take a bow, so that you're swinging like the cows
Pythagoras would be so of us