Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

Well, he home from the war
With a in his head
And modified Brougham
And a pair of that opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog that wouldn't sit
He went and took up a Salvation Army band girl
Who dirty water on a swordfishtrombone
He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller
And he said "gee, but it's to be home"
Well, he came home from the war a party in his head
And an idea for a fireworks
And he knew that he'd be ready a stainless steel machete
And a half a pint of each day
And he holed up in room above a store
Cryin' nothing there but tears
He put a spell on some little Crutchfield girl
And stayed that for twenty-seven years
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
With a flyswatter on his knee
a lucky tiger in his angel hair and Benzedrine for getting there
They him in a eucalyptus tree
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and skanked her head every word
Chesterfielded in a song
He got twenty for lovin' her from some Oklahoma governor
Said "everything this Doughboy is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the mambo
Now say that he's hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only that holds this man together
say he was never here at all
And say they saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a going by
And if you think that you can tell a bigger
I swear to God you'd to tell a lie