Luyện nghe bài hát Sing You Sinners

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

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

with clappin' your hands all about, all about
Don't be silent, let the Lord hear you 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 there's no
Old scratch Satan gets his kicks, he's up to his
be laughing up and down the banks
Of that Styx

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

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

But remember that the day come when you
Will be just steak on a plate, folks, you know fate
So dig the music of the of sphere
Before your 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
think to sing was a crime

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

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

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

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

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