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 dig what I'm layin' down!
All you sinners drop everything,
Let the melody and the harmony ring, let it
Lift arms up to heaven and sing, a ding
you sinners won't you sway and swing, what a thing

Start with clappin' hands all about, all about
be silent, let the Lord hear you shout, shout it out
And just let the music come out of snout
Sing you sinners you sway and swing, check it out

Dig the drift of what I mean in a world there's no music
Old scratch Satan his kicks, he's up to his tricks
be laughing up and down the banks
Of that river

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

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

But remember that the day will when you
Will be just steak on a plate, folks, you know it's
So dig the music of the swing of
Before swing arrives too late

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

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

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

And furthermore, you tweety-birds are singin' away
givin' up a thought of what you say
We cows do shedding up most of our day
So when we settlin' to play, we could say
A moo is an array of what we've 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 the Bean or Satch
So your horn can blow, a single note or two of thinking
That's the way to

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