Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Trombone

From way back on the bandstand,
She looked a goddess in the lights,
At some 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 love to her with every semiquaver.

"There's a sadness in playing," she said,
"That my bones,
Something in intonation, something in your tone,
understated, never overblown,
My for you is Sad Trombone.
Yes, my for you is Sad Trombone."

It like she'd found the secret key to my soul,
And gathered up my broken and somehow made me whole,
We'd a room together, my bandmates were all green,
And they 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 when the goes out and the
music and the curtains close,
That's your heartbeat race,
Sadness on your face, and you can't no more.
I see you for your smile,
We haven't that in a while,
Now when the light out and the
music and the curtains close,
Sad Trombone.

We never made money, the ticket counts were light,
We'd count the bars until we reached some for the night,
She was my coffee, the butter on my toast,
she got a better offer from some outfit on the coast.

Oh, there's a sadness in my now,
A cry, a moan,
in my choice 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, then down a minor third,
Aimlessly sliding, sinking a stone,
It get no deeper, than the scraps that you've been thrown,
But some things they stay 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.