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 sit still
He went and took up with a Salvation band girl
Who played dirty on a swordfishtrombone
He went to at the bottom of Tenkiller lake
And he said "gee, but great to be home"
Well, he home from the war with a party in his head
And an for a fireworks display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless machete
And a half a pint of each day
And he holed up in room above a hardware
nothing there but Hollywood 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 banjo on his knee
With a lucky tiger in his angel and Benzedrine for getting there
They him in a eucalyptus tree
got him a canary bird and skanked her head with every word
Chesterfielded moonbeams in a
He got twenty years for lovin' her from Oklahoma governor
Said "everything Doughboy does is wrong"
Now say he's doing the obituary mambo
Now some say that he's on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing that holds this man
Some say he was never at all
And some say they saw him in Birmingham
in a boxcar going by
And if you think that you can a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd have to a lie